Sitting With Her on The Heath
At the top of the hill
Once again seeking
Fleeting Serenity's illusive lair
Familiar failure beckons
Yet this time falters and gasps
Stumbling in awe
Yielding to bow
In the presence
Of Mother.
Acknowledging Her
I let free Her faint
Footsteps to fade
As I ignore the curving finger
Seeking my attention
For I too must now pause
And sit quite still
To witness Mother
Sharing Herself making
This moment go on
Forever
I sense I am still summoned
Called here from my haste
Back to an innocence
Now only glimpsed
By those of spirit and courage
Free but good enough
To slip the shank
That binds calm within
Subject and tied to searching
And turmoil without.
So chastened I kneel to pray
That no one jumps in
Crassly without grace
Or moves out
Suddenly out of place
Unaware that in still silence
She more clearly and firmly
Speaks.
Because here
In the theatre of wonders
Our awakening breathes
New life into each sigh
Changing us back
Into our self-same selves
So that re enchanted
This moment of faith
Is forever protected and hidden
Not and never to die
In us.