Be-longing

Somewhere deeper
we walk
through tunnels of wonder
inverting the skies
 
slogging thru
cosmic mud
then tiptoeing
to peer over the edge 
into
wow!
 
where is the moon
and the southern cross?
 
where is the whew
and the farmer plowing the field?
 
where is the tin can culvert
that places it’s mouth
over our eyes
and leads us toward
light?
 
maybe if we keep walking
unsighted
we will find
god
in this drip, drip, dripping 
of 
you and me and us
 
No perfection
no melding
of copper
into steel
 
But yes! to
mystery
and joy
and
laughter
 
this with-longing
ignites
and sings
in our hearts
like 
the nightingale
 
Longing-be
 
We live in it
and know it
to be precious
when our hearts
are broken open
and we
fall into each others’
arms
and heal
each otherbelonging2
 
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