Sacred suprise in Rubbish Street
Posted by Simon Parke, 27 August 2017, 10.49am
Have you ever seen your spirit
And seen that it is good?
Perhaps hammered or twisted by life
This circle of reaction we live and breathe
He said, she said
Caught in the knife-storm of others
The sharp assault of damage
Warring atoms of existence, un-reconciled
Your body oppressed, taking it in, holding it in, holding up, holding out in Rubbish Street
When you’d hoped for Loving Lane -
And then seen the flame
Have you done this?
Such sacred surprise
Your spirit pure, just what and who you are
Just who you are!
A simple glory, dancing strength in Rubbish Street
Where the flame appears, and says hello,
Where you appear
Quite undisturbed by the shouting.