Dance with perfect rhythms
leap hungering into the World.
Melt the ice blocks
crack the frozen moonscape
guilt and despair, it’s not a risky journey
with Jesus or Buddha, or whomever you call your higher power.
Picture your head being cradled in the lap of, embraced in the arms of your higher power.
Stroking your face you’re told
there is Grace for YOU
no more paralysis.
Deeper lessons await you
where all the aches and numbness
crumble and blow away
Love fills your pores and joy spills out slowly,
one drop at a time
so your well is never dry.
Soooo true my sweet friend...the well IS never day!!!
ReplyDeleteWonderful words in this beautifully written poem.
God bless ya and have a marvelous day!!! :o)