Sunday, December 6, 2020

This Dawning Morning

I have a deep sadness that dwells in the depth of my being. 

I release old stories
I live close to nature
I am a healer and a mystic
I know I feel whole and I know I feel broken.
God I am so tired.
My body has a frailty I do not understand
I live in the present holding the light.
I found myself
I found my father
I nurtured my mother
in ways, she did not know, or understand. 
I feel I am slipping away this day,
and all around are blooming flowers,
quiet ripples and gentle rain,
as a new day has come again.
So, I will go on into this one.


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