Friday, August 31, 2012

The Pattern




















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

There’s a pattern to things that emerges
when we stop forcing the elements
into form.

It’s the invisible cobble stones
that make up the
circuitous path that lead us
Home.

It’s the tempo of the voice that,  
one quiet night,
we recognize as our own
perfectly timed
request
to come in.

It’s the intersecting lines in the palm
of the hand
that we finally realize
has been leading us where we
never dared
imagine
we could go.

This is what patience means
to me:

Letting life sculpt us
into what Nature
intends.

Like newly dropped
seeds in a some-day
meadow.

Like the clouds
that will become
a pair of dancing
bears.

Like the rain drops
puddling until we
can’t resist four-footed
splashing,

and laughing
and hugging.

Let’s invite the day to come,

And trust that the night
will follow.

© 2012-2014/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World" (to be published by Homebound Publications in October 2015)

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