Spirit's Fire

Oh sweet ecstasy


me in the throes
of delightful bliss;

It's torturous,
twisting through my heart and mind.

What is this
of elation
I find?

How can I contain it?
I cannot restrain it
I must let it flow,
I know!
Let it go.

Surrender to bliss,
give my soul to this.

Sweet God
fill my soul
course through me
I'm whole.

One in the movement
one in the dance
one in the endless arrays
of intricate chance,

A spider walking the web
on one of life's may paths
reunites with the weaver
and remembers her tasks.