Between The Madness Poem by Paul Goldman

The voice of the Creator calls your name—
within your own surprised ear— her voice
softly whispers songs of yearning:
you know you have come home,
again.

Between the madness all else stills,
hopes and dreams cherished on the dusty
back shelf of your own desire, spring forth now
as if they were never vanquished.

The all of you feels at a depth you have never
felt before, the very essence of who you are.

You know what is expected of you, and you
demonstrate by letting flow an enriched array of love
unbridled. Loved ones, strangers and foes, step
aside as you walk in grace and confidence renewed.

The farthest-fetched miracles once unfathomed,
glisten on a holy horizon where anything
you wish to transform is all yours, simply
for the grateful asking.

When the Creator calls your name, whispering
songs of yearning— life becomes a gift of gratitude
to be unleashed in wild abandon.

(April 2009)