Meeting sacred

I said to you when first we met

that when the swallow skims 

The liminal evening

I am awe struck by its simplicity

I am in Meeting with its flight

And When the sun infuses

Photosynthesis in 

The alchemy that the leaf brings 

we are in Meeting

With hidden things

When the breath breathes me

And I hear my blood pulse  

far away someone is speaking  

Some one exhaling God  

We are in light’s communion   

We in Meeting Merged.

But at my lowest ebb

Or high tide-gathered   

focused in on visceral   

Darkling things

You will find me un met

Without and within   

on my own  

Singular still.

  Sitting in the deep  settled,  

gathered in  

Softly Weighty.

But abstract 

Down the barrel of a camera

I am Zoomed, 

digitally distressed, 

plagued and far from home. 

In the un holy virtual real  

The concrete unforgivable steel.

Of theory religion 

Then

Only the mountains 

hold their secret sacraments still

Still sacred silent wooded hills

 here I am again meeting you 

In Meeting.  

And in meeting you I’m met.