A Poem for All Hallow’s Eve … the Eve of All Saint’s Day – 2015

            On a night of good Spirits, witches, and bones

mingling with those who came before

and have gone on ahead

we nurture those relations

that are never concluded

            The Witch of Endor

screams at Saul….

“Why did you trick me,

seeking me out to tell you what to do?

We still need each other, eh?

Like those Dry Bones of the Prophet Ezekiel,

who cries out to the hopeless:

I am about to put breath in you,

and you will live again,

with sinews, flesh and skin.

With breath you come to life,

even when you feel most lost,

completely finished.

Come from the four winds, breath!

Breathe into these bodies

and let us live.