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Monday, February 24, 2014

Toward Unspeakable Light

By Cynthia Scodova

I stretch out my arms to you,
  I stretch out my soul, like a land without water.
                                                                Psalm 142

The moon
in the tangling hierarchies of branches.
Orb of dread
and dream:
bright of bird songs
and right angling light
from the day.
Our hearts’ 
undisclosed desires
the vast unconquerable
realms of infinity
and love,
where we
begin again
to recognize
somewhere within
the beautiful 
softly spoken 
of God
us toward
unspeakable light.
Cynthia blogs at The Mad-Eyed Monk.

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