Raving True

Raving True

This is the benediction that is our valediction

She searches for holiness like it can be found
At an alter made of hollowed out bones
Now filled with the songs her ancestors
Dared to sing in the sacred places

Find me love in my sleeping skin
And in my waking I wear it strongly still
Until the fading passes
And these elongated bones have become oars

On a boat passing though another lost night
Rhythmic stomps on the deck
Are sailors and stowaways alike
Dancing together in a never-ending jig

That may just save us all
As long as we keep raving true
Because it is in the stopping that the dying is done
And all life wholly continues through joyful constant movement

So shake whatever you will and pray it keeps you too