Gathering Hope

Watch me as I fall in love with the sky again—
that dreamy place that spills its contents of fire and heat
into these watery pools of light.

The shiny coins are hot and glowing
with the wealth of the approaching darkness.

I want to hide in these places
where anyone can gather hope
into a few honest words and glances
overflowing with reason
to live dancing in the moment of prayer
where each step toward the window
laughs with taking flight
and the companionship of wind
is expected.

Blow softly on the coals of the lowest burner
and ignite the eager kindling.
If you coax the flames
and make a ritual
of the breath and body,
only the heavens will know
how much you have given of your soul
to stand awake on the edge of the fire
and the enlightened ones
will lift your bright, beautiful celebration
into the stars to join joy with eternity
until all horizons become one final sunset.