The night before left an unsettling moon
With oaks, dripping moss and must
Their smell like casks, both pleasant and
Distinctive to my senses.
Then, the sacred otherness you bring
Making its way home, relinquishing
All that was and all that will be,
Your soothing voice, a soft wind
Fueling an extinguished flame
Within my soul,
Healing a broken heart.
When the smells of dawn, dissipate
When the sound of silence, ends
When a solitary shard of light, breaks
And when a single drop of rain, quenches…
There you are.
Weaved inside both harmony and transparency
Arms wide open
The originator, the author, the root.
I’ll always remember Sunday morning.
A sort of peaceful resolution
Incoming, filtering light casting
Skinny shadows on bamboo leaves
The promise of grace like
A still, unspeaking ocean.
Our past winds, tossed and blown through us
Whose movement, vast as a desert
Mighty as boulders hugging the river-floor.
All lend a certain strength that once hid
Silently in a corner
Behind the eyelids of god.
Causes Valerie Fern Supports
AFRP (Animal Friends Rescue Project), POMDR (Peace of Mind Dog Rescue)
CWOB (Compassion Without Borders)
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