a new language

The blooming world

appears in you,

a raw and breathing

field of grace,

the color of smoke and sky,

of sacred fire

and birthing earth.

The ferns speak

a fresh language today,

a whispered call

for you to feel your own

gentle holiness,

abiding in the skin

of your feet,

the bones

of your hands,

and in the holy map

of your spirit’s

patient walk.

 

©Laura Sorrells 2009

all rights reserved

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