Ann Keiffer

Carrying Mystery

In my dream, I am
in an exciting interview
in the creative offices
of high-powered people,
sitting across the table
from two men who can
make big things happen.
I am telling them
the story of my life;
they are entertained,
eating it up, getting ideas
wanting more…
when suddenly,
I am out-of-body,
creaking in mid-air,
my animation suspended.

Distance, silence.
There is nothing more.

I drift away in murky mid-air,
maffling over my shoulder
apology or explanation,
“I must tend to my Life.”

I come back to myself
in a different place,
carrying a blown-glass ball
of rustic, transparent green.
This enigmatic vessel,
the Mystery it contains,
is the Life I must tend.
It is not my life,
nor even about me.
This is Life itself,
alive, a wonderment,
immanent, transcendent,
fragile, eternal, and sacred,
mine to carry.
My life goes on,
but I know I am here
just to carry the Mystery,
this miracle,
for awhile,
as we each
—knowing or unknowing—
are here just to
carry the Mystery.

Ann Keiffer
January, 2019


About Ann

I am interested in the strange beauty of brokenness, in transforming possibility in difficult times, in how we heal even when we can’t get better, in the alchemy of surrender, in the interplay of light and shadow, in the bounty of everyday wonders, in the gift of laughter…and writing about it, all and everything.

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