Waves To Call Me Out

©  Layne Kennedy/www.laynekennedy.com

May nature renew me

And waves crash to me;

So there is only sea and salt

Or waves--to call me out;

And antlers in holy arc

Nearly home before the dark;

Where evergreens creek

and sway;

or whisper low in their

sounds of broom 'n rush:

Nature sweeping while we rest;

Where memories, no, feats of the soul

Push me,

Push me,

Push me,

So I am whole,

Further--in my growth...

Yet quite near

The Highest Plane

Which whispers,

Whispers,
Whispers,

My given name.

By Connie Nelson Ahlberg

October 12, 2014