Passing
by Mary Ellen Grisham
I carefully lift the latch,
stepping through the gate,
which in another time
might have been a stile
or an arching bridge,
rounded, quaint,
a point of passing
into a fragrant meadow
with sound of water
signifying a free-running brook
hidden in a grove of trees...
But now, I only lift the latch,
stepping into a place of eternal spring,
doves soaring, butterflies hovering,
music wafting on the breeze.
I become one with all that is.
In a rare moment of knowing,
eternal truth catches me unaware
between the coo of doves
and the buzzing of bees.
Living in verdant meadows
where the River of Life runs,
the songs of saints soothing my spirit
until my butterfly soul sprouts wings,
I soar on waves of music
enraptured by the colors enfolding me
radiant with the light of God.
Real in presence beyond my being,
I become what most I am,
my own song blending harmoniously
with the music of the spheres
and celestial choruses
eternally resonating, soul and spirit,
with all that is...or ever will be.
(c)2000 Mary-Ellen Grisham
For Karen Harner Haseltine
Mary-Ellen Grisham is a writer and teacher living in Godfrey, Illinois, with her husband, Lowell and her son, David. She has published on various Internet sites, in national poetry anthologies and prose collections, and in various church and school papers and magazines.
