Saturday, March 5, 2011

Spiritual refreshment

She waits upon this rock
with wing outstretched
and patient eyes
for each child to return
and find its wings again.
A respite from the storms
and all the wars we fight
that separate us
from our true selves
and our strength,
she holds us tenderly
against that warm and feathered breast;
we feel the heart that beats beneath
in rhythm with our own
and breathe in concert til, restored,
we stretch our feathers, flex,
and soar again.

1 comment:

Shashi said...

Its beautiful. I enjoyed reading this one and could relate to it so much.

ॐ नमः शिवाय
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