No rush, midnight, Mid-year,
mid-light, shadow free
Strings of celestial harmony sing
Slowly, bow drawn with intention
Hush – don’t turn away or distract the heart
An invitation to pause, listen, wait
A flame burns now, once a flicker
Returning promises on air born crystals
Extraordinary ordinary rotation and return
My feet firmly planted on wheels of life
Energy faithful to the cosmic dance
Ancient unaltered celebrated known
Weary traveler, so dark, so long
My cloak hangs heavy, scuffing snow
My eyes, now shaded, hold on inhale
Anticipation its own reward
There, I hear it. I see it.
I know you now, familiar friend
One minute added.
Light returns.
Janet Hartwick Sterk
Bev Bachel
Always nice to read your words of wisdom….and today I will try to remember that anticipation is its own reward.
HealingJourneys
Thank you dear friend! Missing you…