Suspicion

I have worked in the Darkroom most of my life
holding up the pictures
to see how closely they matched my vision
of what was acceptable
in Thy sight,
But it was never true confidence
which moved me, rather this deep
suspicion,
that I might be as good as I promised,
maybe better than what was whispered
in some circles,
and I was Determined
to achieve this Vision
at all costs,
and when the Work was turned in,
Finally,
It seemed a little late,
slightly overdue.
However,
Priceless.

And so the Wait ensued,
until the Timing of the Universe
could be realigned,
The Moon being in the Seventh House,
seemed to carry a certain weight,
which needed a pendulum
strong enough to balance
the beauty and the imperfection
of my Deeds.
We waited for a long time
Breathless,
Bleeding.
Beginning to Doubt
if our offering
would be Acceptable
after all.

Only Faith in the Unseen
kept us moving
And then,
a call came
from a strange Land
saying Fear not,
we have heard the Song
and it is Good
We will carry it to the place
where Air and Sound
turn into Waves,
and reaches the ears
of anyone
who still Listens
on that beach.

They talked of a clear Channel
and I thought about the work ahead
so I too,
might again
be a clear channel,
Moving in your Mind,
Grateful
to be Breathing,
Victorious in the Demonstration
of your Love.