Spirit Rises

Something passes
and we are touched.
Yet spirit moves forward.
Matter falls.

Spirit is from the start.
We are born and we die
and die and die.
We watch as rains fall
and we feel
the cracking of the earth
the cracking of our hearts.
Yet spirit
never ceases to rise.
And in our surrender
she takes us into her arms
and carries us with her.

And leaves still fall
and trees are bare
and time
will let them bloom again
as spirit rises
and matter falls.