When the Holy Spirit Danced With Me in My Kitchen

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When the Holy Spirit Danced With Me in My Kitchen

 

the first thing I noticed was his arms,
thick and hairy like a bricklayer’s
with a tattoo of an anchor
as Churchill had.

‘Coming for a spin?’ he grinned,
in an accent more Geordie than Galilee,
and he whirled me
through tango, foxtrot and waltz
without missing a beat.

‘You’re good,’ I said.  ‘Thanks,’
he said, taking two glasses to the tap.
‘You’re not so bad yourself,
for someone with no sense of rhythm
and two left feet.’
He gave me a wink.

‘It’s all in the waist.
The movement has to start there
or it’s dead.’

‘You’ll find it applies to most things,’
he went on, grabbing the kettle.
‘Writing, cooking, kissing,
all the things you’re good at,
or think you are.’
He winked again.

‘You don’t mind me asking,’ I said,

‘but why are you here?’

‘I thought it was about time,’

he said. ‘I mean, you’ve been full stretch,
haven’t you, what with your job,
feeling like a taxi for the kids,
your family living far away,
and you ‘in your head’ all the time
as you said to someone last week.’

I looked at him and nodded.

‘Go on.’

‘I was going to.’
He got down some mugs.
‘Let’s say I was concerned about you.
The thing is, the three of us,
we like you a lot.
We think you’ve got real potential
as a human.  You’re kind and humorous.
You’re also a little scatty.
We like that.  By the way, that fish curry
you made on Saturday was first class.’

‘You know about that?’
‘Everything you get up to,’
he smiled.  ‘It’s nothing to panic about.
Really.  To tell you the truth
you could do with loosening up a little.
Try not beating yourself up the whole time.
A little less rushing everywhere
would do you good, too.’

‘I thought you might say that.’

‘Look at me,’ he said.

‘I came to say:
Keep Going, and Relax.
Also: keep things simple.
If you are doing one thing,
do that thing.  If you are talking
with someone, listen to them,
do not blame them for being hard work.
Write as if you were not afraid,
and love in this way too.
Be patient with everyone, especially
your relations, who (I can assure you)
think you are rather special.
Make big decisions slowly, and small decisions
fast.  Do not make bitterness your friend.
Pray (I will not mind if you use
made up words for this.)
Garrison was right: ‘Why
have good things you don’t use?’
What you have been given to do,
give yourself to it completely,
only by emptying yourself can you become full.’

 

from Full Stretch (Worple Press, 2006)

 

27 comments

  1. 6vicky7

    love this! reminds me of Frank O’Hara’s True Account of Talking to the Sun … so much wise counsel out there (or in here) if only we listen

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  2. brian ings

    Love that first stanza, AW! Puts me in mind of all those beautiful Russian Grandmasters like Korchnoi. If you didn’t know from the beauty of their games that they were chess Grandmasters, you could easily assume they were dockers or lorry-drivers (not that here’s anything wrong with either!) What should an angel look like? A Geordie-speaking, barrel-chested blue-collar worker seems almost exactly right to me!

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  3. Connie Ruzich

    This is just so beautiful and funny and FUN. I love the sense and rhythm of the lines, “The thing is, the three of us,/we like you a lot.” 🙂

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  4. Nell Nelson

    I agree with Connie — that is my very favourite bit. The three of us. I’m in unity about the trinity. 😉

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  6. Denise Colliver

    I love this poem. It evokes the wonderful intimacy of that invitation available to us all to be caught up into that perichoresis between Father, Son, Spirit and creature.

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