three unaccompanied voices
O Great mystery
take me to the deep place where the root drinks dark water.
Take me to the ocean floor where the currents sway sea forests.
Show me the high places, too, where the eagle rests on wind
and clouds tumble slowly in their hugeness.
O mother father mystery I am a fretful child
flailing in my smallness. Take me to your breast.
Let me ride the swells of your slow, deep breath.
- Elizabeth Cunningham
from Small Bird: Poems and Prayers
by Elizabeth Cunningham ©2000
used with permission.