Friday, November 12, 2010

Imagine ignition

the thrill of transition
from green and fertile calm;
the slow warming of yellow
spreading through your veins,
tickling at the edges;
the veins themselves
beginning to glow;
red fire
leaping to the surface;
the flush of excitement,
the blush of readiness,
the tearing fearful ache
of impending separation
from the Source,
the break,
and then the soaring,
lifted on the wings of air,
the gentle landing,
cushioned by your peers...

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Maureen said...

I like this a lot, how the poem moves, the imagery, the "cushioned" fall.

HisFireFly said...

I love, love, love this!

God is taking me through a time of releasing, surrendering, letting go into a free fall into His plans, His purposes, His arms!

You've captured all that and more.