Your life is in that place that wants to go out,
And find sacred ground, unknown.
You see most of your days ahead, and you wonder:
Does my path embolden passions I hold dear?
Tired of those thought purposed to teach
You ache to learn life all on your own.
You go, letting loose those deep waters inside you;
Those longings, which have made you their this-day home.
Will you hold close Mother Nature’s wise counsel?
And keep distant what your careful heart warns?
Going can give new life to returning:
To pursue and cherish YOUR life’s work.
May your search hone your passions and loves;
And honor your foremothers’ hard-farming lives.
They exampled lifestyles that may guide you
To THEIR sacred ground; this one, your Sure-footed home.
Did you write this lovely poem/post?
ReplyDeleteYes, Hazel, I spent two recent days and nights writing it. Heartfelt with a lot of tears and healing joy. I don't often write poetry as I find it so difficult--but felt that it gave me the right canvas to paint these thoughts and reflections. Thank you for reading my blog, providing encouraging and experienced birder comments; and especially for calling my poem lovely.
DeleteThat's a lovely and thoughtful poem. And the photographs sure bring back some memories.
ReplyDeleteVery nice... Susan
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