is a cavern
vast and brilliant
Where old songs echo off ancient walls
and fresh water drips down to do its
long work of creation.
the illusion of sterility can confound you
as if no life stirs,
no light illumines,
no generative communion draws
souls to one.
But in here
vistas open regularly
wild creatures rut and roar
the cave becomes a canvas
for a righteous riot of possibility.
eludes our best technology.
There is no cell reception in the depths.
And so we sit in silence
waiting for the Other’s face to compose
and hunger gloriously in the gathering glow of Her.