Centre Of Pestilence

Mystical poem written 6-23-24. A Companion To “Resonance”.

I am a centre of pestilence,
A core of questioning,
A heretic in the limpid eyes,
Of my esteemed betters

Neither Church nor Temple,
Nor Sacred Grove,
Can constrain my “Why?”,
Or restrain my questing

All I can know:
Situated wonder,
Relations and connections,
Shifting sands of meaning

All I can do:
Devotion and loving,
Questing and wondering,
Seeking a life in the Divine

All through the thrumming rhythms,
The breathtaking melody,
Of the music I hear,
In the song of resonance