From evening rain to morning mist
Sunlight through the water kissed
The trees with leaves lost to the ground
Winter's patience has been found.
Edges softened let us see
Hints of fresh eternity.
One pilgrimage we can’t avoid is to that sacred place within.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
This holy place to stand and help me rise
Where I may pause and let my eyes go free,
Where I may wonder how this Earth and skies
Could be presented graciously to me,
Where I may question what it means to be,
Where sound turns sacred with or without rhyme–
Play that song for me another time.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Amaya is hosting with the theme “holy place”. The poem’s form is a Chaucerian stanza.
Photo: “A Sunset Somewhere”
If I murmur, talk or sing
Guard the magic with this ring.
Hold the thought and come what may
Let the sacred children play.
Understand but don’t read through.
Spirit will enlighten you.
Then forgive and what we’ve done
May be forgiven. Life’s begun.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille hosted by De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) with the word “murmur”. Because of the lines about forgiveness I am linking this to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays. I don’t know what this poem means. It just murmured its way here.
Photos: “Icicles in the Sun”, above, and “More Icicles”, below, taken at noon on this relatively warm winter’s day.
The weather is too cold, too hot, too wet, too dry but something, since there’s room, if only rock, may call it home and welcome passing waves of water, air and other life although what comes may soon move on. Its welcome doesn’t mind the moving on. It’s glad to serve as ground.
We build out there where weather’s hot or cold or wet or dry like plants that cuddle sheltered by the cracks from waves of water, air and other life. It’s bleak but something calls this pure space home and some proclaim this home a sacred place.
Photo: Sue Vincent provided the photo for the prompt.