When the rain
falling softly
on goldenrod blooms
streams from my own eyes
as tears of gratitude for
an abundant harvest of wisdom,
I know that I have
lived another season.
May the breath of my Beloved
reach for me in the days ahead,
cool and deliberate,
loosening my leaves
and setting them to fly
in spirals of decay
and communion.
Naked I entered the world,
and naked I will come again
into the darkness.
Only my barren secret
is a shroud.
Shush with your whisperings!
It is true. Yes!
Even in times of scarcity,
I lie with the Beloved at my side
and feel a warmth
and wealth
that this age knows simply as
Belonging.
~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author
Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life"
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I love it.. thank you, Jamie! : )
ReplyDeleteThanks, Scott.
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