Purple Dust - Jo Ann Smith

[Larry Robinson]

Purple Dust

 
Sometimes I pray 

not knowing if prayers 

are anything more 

than a sigh 

carried by the wind 

into nothing

 
before my life is over

will some omniscient narrator

whose eyes see light and dark 

in their original colors

reveal the mysteries of life -

before, now and after 

 
I have felt an untold presence, 

but don’t believe it’s real

I have gathered at the river, 

but never witnessed angels dancing

worshiped at the mountain 

never reaching higher ground

 
so done am I 

twisting in ambivalence -

my own tapestry 

of rainbow-colored silk

drifting unspooled

in a blur of purple dust

                                                                                            

so tired am I 

travelling back and forth 

on tumbledown terrain

across a bridge of my own mistakes

looking for the River Jordan 

with its promise of deliverance 

 
can it be enough

to cultivate a heart that beats 

in rhythm with a universal pulse

and keep a steady grip 

on the edge of this ancient rock 

until with wonder I let it go

 
	- Jo Ann Smith




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