The Dance
The saints woke,
Walking to their place of meditation
They lift their heads and kneel.
Remembering the prayers of the faithful
Their voices go to the ears of angels.
And ride the wings into the heavens.
Where miracles abide and worries subside
The dance of the prayers of the saints.
Christine McNeill-Matteson
copyrighted 2023
Waking in Spring
WAKING
I hope I will always wake in tulip sunshine
among the fragrance of green grass
growing near flowing rivers
while breakfast sizzles in
cast iron skillets
with biscuits
on cobalt
blue
plates.
If this
goes away
in my memory
and leaves me for
another day in changed
places, I want to still wake
in tulip sunrise and still smell
the coffee brew to another time but let
not the reciting bobwhites forget to sound; so I will always remember.
copyright: CMM 2005
Easter Moon
Easter Sunrise
Pink moon descends
While Jesus’s resurrection begins .
A year of hardship
Around the world
The Wrong unfurls
May the message of love
As a sacrifice reigns
And we in follow, do the same .
CMM ©. 2022
The Dance
We see what we want to see,
we hear the sounds we want to hear,
Listen closely to the way the earth
dances with the flowers…
The symphony of the atmosphere
copyrighted : 2021. CMM
Spring Again
The sky begins
To rumble
The earth breaks
And begins to crumble
Bulbs push up
To soak in rain
And signs now show
Spring returned again
CMM. ©️ 2021
Morning
I woke
A morning pulls me to go out of doors
And stand among the cosmos
To allow the lights to christen
Into promise, will I be witness?
God is listening,
The universe displays his breath.
Shhh, it says,
Pray.
© CMM. 2020
Triduum
Holy Week
Gray-streaked morning
pushing up a coral-rising dawn.
Our week of the holiest of holies
as the promise of mankind
now returns to renew the mystery.
Humanity looks to renewed hope.
the dawn of holy week peeks just above
the existence of creation.
Now two thousand years ago,
It has brought forward another Triduum.
CMM 2019
Eagle and Child Inkling 
