Leave-Taking Preparation...

 

Sometimes when I awaken-
especially  to the sound of
voices on the clock radio
on the nearby bedside table-
I am confused as to time
        and place...where am I, I wonder,
        and what is this day?
as dream fragments hold me
entwined in tendrils of
imagination, of fancy's flight,
where voices, faces of those long gone
are vividly present
where the curtain dividing
what was from what is
is gossamer-thin
where past and present fuse into
the one-ness of now, drawing me
into the Spirit's tether where
I am held as gently as a
babe in holy, wholly loving arms