Trust is the hardest thing
Believing that with enough
Silence, enough stillness
Our earthly tethers will
Slacken their hold just enough
To let the soul breathe
Like a chained dog (testing,
A thousand times, the limits
Of its freedom)
Suddenly, by sheer Grace
No longer feeling the familiar
Chokehold in a last frenzied
Thrust away from every
Crushing thing
And there suspended mid air
In that brilliant moment
Beauty like a river
Flows all around and was
Never absent
Freedom like a wave
Sweeps every barren place
Anointing darkness with light
And a profusion of flowers
Hawkscry April 9, 2012
(This is the forst poem written in Dogwood Cottage)
Love Wins
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Brightest October sun nourishes my skin,
and with a good breeze, it's a party!
Dry leaves come down like confetti,
saying "let go, let go........
13 hours ago
1 comment:
Love it so much it hurts. Thank you for writing!!!
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