( ... writing at Jane's morning after Bob-B-Q)
Mysterious and Wild
I had another cup of coffee
Just to be sure
No yawns would intrude on my pleasure
No need. I found it again,
That wild, mysterious spirit
Turning and weaving
Through song after song,
The spirit that calls us
And weaves its magic.
Wild Spirit, you were there,
In the instruments and voices.
You have many names:
Love, Joy,
Pain, Love, Laughter.
You are all of these and more.
We were ælled and we met
All drawn togetler by your golden
You wove us
And let us go again - renewed.
Today and then tomonow
We sleep, rise, eat, walk, talk,
Have another cup of coffee
Until we find your thread again
And follow it,
Looking the wild mystery.