The Blog – Page 97 – Generous Wisdom

Soft Ground

It’s delicate,
the egg and womb,
the egg and nest,
the egg and the world.

I’m walking on Spring’s soft ground,
a long thought, winding through broken light,
sweeping over blue sky,
living in God’s big love.

I see the water-filled sky
and its broken light; I see its
clouds, swept milky-white.

We’re practicing looking up,
looking out and up
rather than forward and down,

and it’s working,
the veil
I’m almost seeing through

is a fluttering life lived imperfectly
within the vastness of
God’s big heart.

I am packed in, tight.
Hundreds of red seeds surround.
Yet I am alone.