Can you feel her?

(A response to Proverbs 8:1-4, 22-31)

Rising morning light whispers through the quilted covers,
Illuminating bone and skin like a dreaming, endless summer.

These first conscious breaths fill the soul with deep awakening,
grown from deep wisdom, solemn ritual, the spirit’s constant enlightening.

Maybe here under covers in the heat of the sun’s first glow
is where we can come to remember our connection to the soul.

A soul woven and bound to the one before form,
in the flashing of colours and bursting beauty yet to be born.

You can hear her small voice in the eyes of a child,
or her loud presence in the wind of the wild.

Or you can step inside her through a story of old,
that shows how she breathes in the Christ-like mold.

So gather round with your neighbours and communities
to hear the constant whisper of a spirit bringing unity.

Shining light on our difference and our unique stories,
she sews together these seams that make up humanity.

So that when you go to sleep with the dark exhale of night,
you will sleep knowing her quilt is what brings morning’s light.