A Mild And Breezy Afternoon

Between two shores,
sun shimmering on water,
birds, in flight, in rest, at play
in the musical waves.

Soft voices murmur
from one shore to another;
softer steps in the quiet sands,
also musical waves.

One shore opposes the other,
joined by living water;
a counterpoint of
muted musical waves.

Opposites need not be extreme,
opposites need not find attraction,
but may freely join in conversation,
making musical waves

Of a mild and breezy afternoon.

© 2012 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen

Katharsis

O Pure Wind!
O Spirit Divine!
blow through my soul,
sweep me through and through;
sweep away all the noise of my discontents
—blow through me,
as you do through
water reeds and tree tops;
cleanse me, empty me,
until I be a bottomless vessel.

O Spirit Divine!
O Pure Wind!
blow through this vessel
with a heavenly friction;
create of me a bell tone and
send me in the ten directions
—waves of sound you set in motion
by answering this humble prayer.

And when I have been your song,
stretched abroad to the outer
reaches of infinity,
if it be your will,
pull me back,
that I may abide
as an echo
in your bosom,
O Spirit!
O Wind!
O Love Divine!

© 2011 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen