SKIN DEEP
For Ghost who feels the wind

We arrive seeking. We carry
the hush of the sacred deep
within our skin bellowing
whispers to worship the divine.
Alive, the Earth waits for our
genuflection. The wind blows,
the seed grows. Naturalists
bill it, "THE SEASONS SHOW".
Bedeviled, the advertisers
bestow us with unneeded wants.
We buy a plane, pose in front
of its nose, our holiday rose,
we send out birth announcements
of our flight from earth, forget
the mustard seed's might. Then,
Collapse. The plane crashes.
Our sacred vessel lies in pieces.
Great life leaves without warning
Abandoned we rage in mourning til
a breeze reclaims our skin's nature,
we fall to our knees, skin forgiven.
We seize, like 3 Kings following a
star over a crib, earth's divinity.

t.doyle
1/14/08

This poem worked in me yesterday as I drove around Monroe running errands for Mom who I took to the doctor there.

I saw a photo of the man who faked his death in front of his plane with his wife in a happier time and I compared that image to the images i have of Ghost.

I also brought in my theological images of the Mustard Seed.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parable_of_the_Mustard_Seed

And the Epiphany http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epiphany_(feast)where the Creator reveals the Creator s energy to us is celebrated by the Three Kings having the faith to follow their star to a Jesus the baby king of kings with no money.

We celebrate the 3 Kings in January. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Biblical_Magi

So all of that worked in this poem as i worked to find the life and shape of the poem

Skin forgiven is an allusion to sin forgiven sin meaning separation from our source in this case the earth.