The Green Pajamas

Spinning Away

(Reflections on "St. Elizabeth Of Hungary Spinning For The Poor")

Who is this aloft and alone through the days Softly entombed in her waiting Sitting, spinning away And who is this so perfect and cool to a kiss And why am I foolishly waiting While she's sitting spinning away Oh, let down your hair from the canvas Let it fall wild and free Let down your hair to me Not just Heaven but Earth between us Death and birth between us From where you sit spinning away Yet still I'd cross these darkening crests And phantom gust of time to hold your thin and lily hands in mine _______________________ by Jeff Kelly (c) 1999 St. Brigid Publishing BMI