To Letting Go
The darkened forest of the night
Still whispers in my mind.
The sound of the night creatures,
The endless cycle of the fast flowing stream
Calling as it overflows and weaves its way
With rhythms of bouncing secrets,
Erupting ghosts of forgotten time;
Holding onto the heart of Mother Nature.
Still whispers in my mind.
The sound of the night creatures,
The endless cycle of the fast flowing stream
Calling as it overflows and weaves its way
With rhythms of bouncing secrets,
Erupting ghosts of forgotten time;
Holding onto the heart of Mother Nature.
2 Comments:
To me, this sonnet graphically shows what we let go of, although it is terrifying to our human comfort zone, when we accept the freedom of Today: God's gracious newness ever waiting for us.
I wasn't at all too sure about this sonnet..read it to Tanya she said.."You know me mum, I don't understand poetry!" read it to Jayne she said " hmmm, cool,yep,makes sense to me.".
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