Irish Truths

A friend sent me the most beautiful Irish blessing in a photo video today, with gorgeous images of the famous Emerald Isle that my ancestors called ‘home’.  Being more than three quarters Irish, I have a natural affinity for all things Irish and have always loved the lyricism in well known Irish blessings and comical Irish toasts.  One particular part of this lovely, albeit lengthy, blessing struck me as particularly true today –

“May you understand the strength of God in a thunderstorm in winter.” 

Wow!  How beautiful is that?  And how true!  Isn’t it incredible how thunderstorms can grip and fascinate us?  With fear, with majesty, with respect, with awe? As the skies begin to dance and the earth makes primal music, the entire world seems to rumba in a sexy, powerful game of domination.  And yes, we see/feel/taste/hear/smell the power of our Creator, as life grows very still, capturing our attention on a magic carpet ride – our universal welcome mat to the glory of the present moment.

Thunderstorms usually inspire me to find the nearest pen and let the words tumble out as freely as the raindrops fall from the sky.  One particular thunderstorm poem (below) is very sexy and intriguing.  Dare I equate the words sexy and God?  I confess there is something very alluring and yes, sexy about power.  And finding oneself face to face with the power of the heavens does indeed stir my soul with admiration and glory and yes, desire. Perhaps any real contact with the Divine ignites desire, because on some level, we are all seeking that spark, that rejuvenation, that wake-up call which proves to us that we are really alive and vibrant and radiating a powerful energy of our own.  That energy is divinity itself.

undulating pelts of rain

prickle my skin

rinsing my cheeks

with Mother Nature’s tears

compassion

sister-sweet embrace of wrapping winds

dark gray skies

the Universe mourns beside me

as I sit, drenched

with thoughts of you

sweating in this warm, wet, tiered shower

tall, alone

Thunder

piercing with its songs of you

Lightning echoes

flashing brightly, opening my soul

in reverence of you

delaying traffic jams of honking thoughts

stilling me

with a smiling image

soaked

dying to drown into you

to melt

and flow like run-off waters

to the Mighty River of you

surprised

ill-prepared

no umbrella for the weight of you

puddles of desire

make me wet for you

tornadoes rumble down below

as I swim

inside an ocean of want

of you

…

(and later, the poem concludes with)

sprinkles slowly taper off

dousing gently

the terrifying flame of you

as spots of sun

surreptitiously shine through

I return to me

and a dry, normal world

void of

you

©2011 DOS

The excerpts of all of the poems presented in this blog are copyright protected, as each and every poem has been copyrighted.   For a complete copy of any poem, feel free to email your request to: duvallosteennyc@gmail.com.