I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Sacred was talking
Part of doing something is listening. We are listening. To
the sun. To the stars. To the wind.”
― Madeleine L'Engle, Swiftly Tilting Planet
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Sacred was talking this morning
through brilliant sun
chattering birds
through the breeze in the pines
and the fragrance of grace
through the coolness of the breeze
and the warmth
of golden rays
Sacred was talking through
dancing calves
and stolid cows
through deer lightly leaping
and the slick red fox
slinking
Sacred was talking
through the killdeer
who accompanied me
guiding me along my way
Sacred was talking
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