by Mary Lambert
It is not by my hand
that the sun shines upon me,
But where I stand and how.
Ray slant and earth angle
dance with my heartbeat.
There is only this: The planets set
course by our spiral. The ellipse
of their journey is the dance.
The Divine pulsates becoming as you
reflect being and in turn hold its miracle,
enthralled, in cupped hands.
Like clear water, it speaks, evoking
the source of the Eternal Spring.