In the still Cathedral of the Soul...
Beneath the overarching grove
In the center of the center of that Sacred Space
Is a deep well of Peace
Light penetrates the canopy...
dappling waters of memory
with Forgiveness and Divine Grace
As a mist of swirling colors begins to rise
The Cumean Sybil cups her ancient hands
She breathes in Vision
To save a World, a people
or a single Soul
On the Truth of a thread of Light
Remembering the green lantern
of the healer's heart
which pierced the deepest night
of my troubled Soul...
I thrust my hands into a
© 1993 Ellen Louise Kahne
Sharing the agony of your isolation,
I unwind the thread
from my Sybil's fingers
To light your path to Home.