I am not given to writing poetry (ever), however, this came to me at the end of a meditation and I thought I would share…
Sun beats down and warms my face – a look
Of everlasting adoration – comes from behind
The clouds that have too long been here.
And now I am re-birthed. Given
A new chance to eliminate the old
Tired ways and begin again.
The tough love. The heartbreak.
The soil aches.
My thirst quenched with bitter wine
As I regret.
Suspended in glory that is undone and dull
I offer refreshment anew in a coveted
Bowl of shelter – a cradle really.
Where the song of comfort long past comes to me
And saves my soul