As Advent Advances Dec 23 Poetry Chaz

Color Me Being* (Like a bird watching as shadows play)

call to be

to free the power of the color to give life to canvas,

and to retreat

into the silence

moving ahead brushing by the branches, catching my breath

in the cold wordless breath of winter sky

listening to the songs

singing lives in spring, summer, and fall,

bringing in the sheaves

of gold and brown and emerald shadows.

always asking for more

life to give,

calling out to live . . . while the whole world

like a mountain

reflected

in the deep lake

is waiting for us.

waiting for us to be!

And this is a day of listening to what hurts and blesses,

the banging of the sound of frustration, the slamming of some doors,

quiet opening of others, and in the midst of poems and paintings and songs,

a note gently spoken in what is left unsaid

in prayer that hangs in the evening like a bright ripe orange persimmon on a high branch

of a leafless

winter day.

And the sun sets, sun rises, on a new day,

even if we do not see it,

God gives out in joy

what lasts.

·      for Julie, Frank, and Dan- family near and far away

c. hill December 3, 2012 in Hawaii and Tennessee, when one tries being into awareness of the bigger act.