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| The Sunday Muse |
Today, I heard the whispers of creator
wandering the slope of the Holy Hill
seeking warmth from the autumn chill
Mindfully, walking consecrated ground
scattering hallowed seeds, wind blows
through the soil of intentions, what grows
carrying a packet of uprooted dreams
Seeking redemption from fall's darkness
bones and ash, skeletons of yesterday
the ferryman feasts on birds of prey
Drinking from the fountain of elements
swaying to the hymn of the willow tree
In the shadow land spirits cry to be free
bowing and bending with the willow bough
I saw lanterns of light on the Holy Hill
filtering through the black walnut grove
through the four gates, a spiritual trove
Today, I heard the whispers of creator
wandering the slope of the Holy Hill
seeking warmth from the autumn chill
wandering the slope of the Holy Hill
seeking warmth from the autumn chill
reign down, rain down, in quarter notes
put a pearl in your pocket of hope....
author's note: I am honoring a quest
and the holder of the master key
Sorry, Dear Friends I haven't been
around much, I am trying to heal...
linking with earthweal
linking with The Sunday Muse
So beautiful, True...rest and heal, my friend. We will all be here whenever you post.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem full of haunting imagery. I love 'the ferryman feasts on birds of prey' - creepy!
ReplyDeleteIt is wonderful to see you and read your beautiful poetry my friend. Wishing you more and more healing and a peaceful week. Take care dear Truedessa.
ReplyDeleteA packet of uprooted dreams - amazing line.
ReplyDeleteTake the time you need to heal.
So many good lines here--the last two flourish and top your mood off perfectly. Whatever you are healing from, I wish you peace, and many more words like these to comfort us all.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful. I hope you heal perfectly and quickly. I send you love
ReplyDeleteWriting helps us heal,I believe. Sending peace and healing energy your way.
ReplyDelete"carrying a packet of uprooted dreams" Goodness, I love that line. beautiful writing!
ReplyDeleteHaunting but also hopeful. May those seeds grow and help you heal.
ReplyDelete"put a pearl in your pocket of hope,"
ReplyDeleteI hope your healing is that good!!
Best wishes and a prayer.
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Dear Trudessa. I do hope your healing is bringing you comfort and joy. Thanks for this poem.
ReplyDeleteHappy you dropped by my blog
Much💜love
Beautiful imagery, Trudessa. I grew up not far from a place called Holy Hill in southern Wisconsin. This took me back there, and then far beyond. Take care. <3
ReplyDeleteAtmospheric and compellingly beautiful poem. Wishing you peace and healing.
ReplyDeleteAnother beautiful, ethereal poem!
ReplyDeleteI hope you are all right, Truedessa. And that you are well along the healing path!
Lovely hymn. Enjoy the calm that permeates this poem.
ReplyDelete'reign down, rain down, in quarter notes
ReplyDeleteput a pearl in your pocket of hope....'
So beautiful, Truedessa. Take your time healing.