Serendipity’s Chalice

I stir Mind’s prior night fire, Smoldering yet muddy, With no plans for the day but to rest, And to spread Celtic Spring blood-song, Glen to Riven to Glen, Amid midwinter hush.

I searched for a pen and pad, Hoping for a plan, And confronted with frustration’s sigh, Setting out tea for an unknown guest, I scurried about, Amid midday rush.

I stopped at the library, For no reason. Thinking as I walked in, That I had no earthly business there, And I was entering without knowing why.

But knowing too that I find constant clues on display, And that my P.O. box in the invisible realm is at this library, I found my day’s bread, Amid mid-height shelves.

A passage revealed sage advice, With my Brother’s signature — Serendipity’s Chalice — I drank.

I thought of God’s impossible Grace, To make art of our lives. While we make art from form, He makes form. While we arrange motifs on a page, He brings us to the page, Using Serendipity as motif. Motif has an Angel.

“What you seek is seeking you.” I sought riddance of my gird, Through mystic flight, Pen and pad and abandon.

I am building but must watch over my creation, And build the home I seek, From arrival’s lumber — Not a mere house made of bone-dust.

A Chalice is a totem that delivers Abundance from Faith. Its clan is Encouragement. A Compass is a totem that reminds me to ignore all noise. Its clan is Strength. A Fossil is a totem that reveals patterns in the visible. Its clan is Wisdom. A Mirror is a totem that shows the Festination. Its clan is Love.

Morning’s Celtic Blood-Song yip gives way, To evening’s Full-Moon droning Flute, And I, for a brief foray, Overcome the World, And am delivered into Space.