Thank You For Pentecostal Spring Ephemerals

dancing in Holy Spirit fields of existence

which is everything seen, unseen, and

still more mystery flashing through

the background, unleashing colors

no human eye will ever see

in the earth, below the sea,

or inside that sleight of hand

that moves between 

roots and distant stars.

They don’t need validation, status or approval.

Why would they?

Life engages life beneath the surface

with cures as old as the first moments

of creation, always beginning, always

nourishing, never refusing to give

itself away.

Thank you for this ancient medicine

that keeps on stabbing winter’s hard

soil with the breath of life.