Said when to time
this moment stand
I step to stone
from the sand
A challenge met admit to All
A hill to climb as if to Stall
But with this honest path I take
Let Quiet mirror waters make
In faith I ask as if Loves Rest
In hopes to hear from Love’s Best
Temple mine My Sun My Sky
Warm myself Breathe in then Sigh
I’m not made to weather
within Earth’s Storm!
As seasons Pass this may Transform.
Here. A garden, sun morning Lifts
Brush Palm to flower passage Drifts
Empty my Heart to be Refilled
Smell the soils where Life is tilled.
As tears well up on Letting Go
These eyes drift with feet to slow
Then glides within from away
An insect Bird a path to Lay
Through my ether pats the Air
To flutter up a spiral Stair.
Tilts and teeters Velvet Fan
Takes a flora near my hand
Face to face, I fear great Grace
That all my Baggage may Replace
To Walk the Talk that I have Lent
To fill my Sails that once were Spent.
To take attention off of me
I see its flower as if a Tree.
But its eyes to mine Do not Relent
So with this Bird a message Sent.
“Imagined or real this time I steal
So you can learn again to feel
But Don’t Look Down
Don’t Look Down
Raise your eyes
Reverse your frown
The tears will come
as they may
And wet the soils
We’re made that way.”
This sturdy insect, I feel its Strong Legs climb my finger.
It took the Sun But did not linger