HOW DOES THE SPIRIT MOVE
A Poem by Chelsea Fraser
Footless
on color waves and vibrations
tangible
un-congealed among paint
unsung among sound,
palpable to the eyes,
in the heart
seen—
formless
moving over the face of inner waters
preparing us
to be
renewed?
Or have you ever seen snow fall
like paint
upon a waiting page of grass
to coat the world in wonder
impermanent
in undulating sheets of powdered air
revealing and concealing
in its way
a Spirit unseen
upon the air?
Or have you watched the fire
in its many-colored burn
compel a meditation
wordless
like a prayer you did not know
uttered in repeating dances
upon a hearth,
upon a heart,
red and not-red,
heat and smoke,
incense drifting up
to God?
Or has the sand
from in between your toes
hugged you down
earthward
to reckon with pieces of World,
an embrace of home
for every inch of skin
it can reach—
loving kinship
receiving our spirits,
lifting them aloft,
each workmanship of God,
His Spirit’s moving—
moving through us,
our hearts the water
and the heat
and the clay
to float in sea salt wind
walk over the waters
under the snow
through the fire
upon the earth
with the Spirit of the Maker
breathing His warm breath
upon our face?