I was lost and found in a dream of forgetfulness.
A giant’s fleshy hand reached through steel into
the twisting tunnel of mind where, spiraling down,
I had forgotten to believe that
the spirit survives anything.

And with feathered fingers, something, some One,
brushed the long and lonely strings of my heart until
a song emerged to remind me of another time when
you caught the sparkle
in my eye and winked.

I remember how the angel choir burst that night
into jubilant reverie and how odd it was to feel us
lifting, spiraling upward together, becoming one
again with each other
and with the Holy other.

It is beyond my human understanding how such
a beautiful truth can be buried so easily by one heart
and slip through the tormented mind of another.
And that is okay. This
I heard the Spirit say.

Today, for the moment I caught the starry skies
and cradled close their hope for forward momentum,
I felt as if that giant hand was a protected perch
where in sacred stillness
light was born anew.