Pagan Inclinations
The world was like a
Dream
Today I breathed out
And let my thoughts stream
Into the cool and wet daylight
Which wore the clouds
Like a lady
Wears
A scarf, veiling, twirling,
Smooth on her skin
On the sky
And
The trees sighed in pleasure
Flowers burst out
But kept silent
Mirroring waters with dripping
Feelings
Of contentment
After the cool
Soothing
Rain
Fell on your wounds
She sings with the birds
Touches scars and scabs
Gently, slowly
Her children begging for shelter
Alone
I stood with her
And whispered out my pain
She took it
Turned
It into something beautiful
Tears
Falling softly
Murmuring musings and reveries
Is it worth it to
Stay?
I asked her and God and the wind
And the grass and
Foxes rooting about
And they replied
Yes
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