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


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by Jeff Kelly
(c) 1999 St. Brigid Publishing BMI