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,
Come from the four winds, breath!
Breathe into these bodies
and let us live.