The Fragrance of the Divine Presence

I missed again…

proven by the empty room;

hollow sounding, nothing but a

fragrance

hinting at the Divine’s

lingering presence, the

odor of the depths,

silences, darkness, the

unknown life-

a tease for me to continue

on to the next room-

exploring creation’s house

room by room if need be

pursuing the elusive

shy center of reality known

only by absence, felt only by

breezes and rain, heard only by

whispers and echoes, seen only by

darkness’s light, a sideways glance.

No footsteps reverberate, no

footprints impression, no

tossed jacket over a

scrapping chair-

only a table holds reminders

of hope, anticipations,

urges, magnetic lines embracing

and encompassing us,

(although breaking free is easy)

Moving quickly day to day

covered by daylight and

moonlight-scampering for a

glance of fabric, a hint of color

to clinch this hunch that One

is over all and within all and

around all pressing, inviting

energizing and holding

lovely life.



Richard W Smith,
April 18, 2011