Wednesday, July 28, 2010

A gift

By Kristin at Wanderlust

Some days the right person comes along at the right time
and reaches inside the churning maw of chaos and doubt
we have slipped within
opens a hand
we take hold
and choose to walk out

It's funny how a few well-placed words can offer clarity
and the world tilts
slides open
a sigh escapes our weary hearts
and we realize we've been holding our breath
for years

And quite suddenly we know the singular joy
of sitting deeply in the stillness of our own truth
our power
our plenary selves


Myrna R. said...

Love it. It speaks of truth.

Wanderlust said...

Thanks Myrna. I wish those moments (and those special people) came around more often.

Cynthia Pittmann said...

To be in that space of knowing what is personally true and real is a blessing indeed. Lovely.

D C Blome said...

I really like your poem. It makes me think about how insight and mercy often come unexpectly, triggered by the words of a friend or a stranger, by the song of a bird, by the sight of the moon over the ocean, by cry of a baby, by anything, I suppose. And somehow we are ready in those moments to receive.

Wanderlust said...

Cynthia & DC - thank you. It felt like a blessing.