Every Time I
(you, we)

Every time I
Feel the
Spirit
Moving in my heart
I will pray

But I like it
When it moves outside
The heart
Also

Not as proof or evidence
But as
Communion
That spirits are merging

Venning at least
For faith
And sometimes simply for
Delight

Then spirits
Move
We sing and dance
Among the trees

And you wonder from
Where those
Strange lights
Come

In the woods or
Over water
Or horizoning desert
Ridges

Where there might be
Air
Or other medium
For breath

Bursts that
Might be daunting
Maybe
Also invitation

Dance with us to
Say
We move as lights
Be moved


C L Couch


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