So insults are spat
from voices of discontent
and righteousness trumps
on every side of the fence
like bubbles of soap
words dissolve on air
all names sound hollow
deep down we know
that truth flows among solids
as a soft wave – rolling
back and forth in time
moved by love that can’t be told
though it turns all worlds
I’ll keep on bridging
realms that mirror each other
and may grace whirl me
on my shadows’ crest – that is
this mystery’s heart dance …
Bridging is also a theme of my first novel, ‘Course of Mirrors,’ whose cover image I’ll reveal in the New Year
* * * I’m wishing you all many moments of grace in 2017 * * *
