I want to be held.
I was once held tenderly . . . joyfully;
Open to new “worlds.”
I listened . . . discovered . . . grew;
Wisdom nourished my Soul,
My wholesome inner being.
I had landed;
I closed my eyes, shut my ears,
Turned off my feelings.
I walked blindly in a
No food for my Soul to become
Who I could be:
Dry . . . arid . . . shrinking!
On a quiet weekend,
“Ecology” called out to me:
I felt the Divine afire within me.
I arose with a renewed Spirit.
Like the early morning sunrise
At the Grand Canyon,
I was embodied and emboldened with Creation.
My Soul danced and sang
As I was again beheld and beholdened
By the serene, refreshing, morning
I was born anew in this
Garden of Paradise.
I am again grounded.
Wisdom, the fruit of this garden,
Nourishes my Soul.
I am embodied in a life-giving Paradise: