Saturday, October 11, 2014

Waves To Call Me Out

©  Layne Kennedy/

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,
My given name.

By Connie Nelson Ahlberg
October 12, 2014

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