Sophia (wisdom)
She emerged from the bus
right in front of us
gracefully flowed into the park
and though it was getting dark
she was like a flower in bloom
at high noon
She was a song of eternity
a compassionate divinity
a maritime maiden of Maine
free spirit filled of delight
and at first sight, when the
blues began
she atoned a summers day in Acadia
and established the heavens again
she traced the foundations of love
and has mingled her wine with the sea
She wore a prayer flag in her hair
and a spiritual music permeated the air
as she danced the village green without a care
rapt in a serenade that began
before time
fashioned its sinuous
flesh around our souls
and the songs of experience played
seasons of streets carved years upon
her.
She was dancing freedom's
tapestry,
sun catching, drifting and dreaming
like a shaman child all native wild,
she had the left hand of God
in her right pocket
and her moves seemed scriptural
butter
like a fluid earth mother
A poetic breeze blew off the harbour
and the puffins gathered in her
honour
whales sang a sweet rhyme sublime
by the island at the end of time
for Wisdom was the first to doubt
and that's how the world came about
and I was simply passing by, in a
sigh
as portions of the universe
flowed from her
like words encrypted
with the genesis of bliss
Sophia -- Greg Spalenka
