Poems – Page 18 – Generous Wisdom

One of the Mysteries

The
almost but
not yet abounds.

We
grow in
darkness and quiet.

Dig.
Cover with
dirt, water, sun.

Grow.
Unfold. Stretch.
Breathe. Howl. Shine.

Expand
and lengthen.
Abandon yourself

to
the almost
but not yet

Don’t you just love the wind
in your hair feel it flying free
I love running!
In the sunshine in the grass
around the garden through the yard
nothing can stop her
This is great and awesome!
She is a force unstoppable
even at rest

The Lord’s Joy

The Lord’s joy
beats like hearts,
opens like clouds,
rises like suns,
waits to be found.