Hold longing close
in sunshine and fog,
appreciate this absence
of full presence, don’t be
down-bogged.
Wait and watch how
stillness flows
like spring rain
on and on,
when we move with
no effort
to see~smell the rose
once thought past gone.
Stand here silent, strong
at flowerbed’s
welcoming edge,
where Wisdom’s humility
may right a garden
watered with wrongs.
Open and brighten
with glad hearted
fresh afternoon song
the dewdrops
of reborn green
eyes,
diaphanous,
sight fresh,
clear and long….
….See now
translucent
pearl petals
where we shall
surely belong,
hidden quietly
here
deep inside
earth’s oyster
rich loam
all along.
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