Cradled in Her Arms
----Cradled in Her Arms----
On my knees praying for sunshine,
warm summer days,
birds that sing.
Prostrate with face pressed against the ground.
An ache that goes through the soul,
understanding not always sure.
Who am I.
I thought of great need,
of validation,
attention often drawn.
Discovering I am brought to my knees
by the rain.
by storms, earth bound ways.
Not always by what I see.
When all I wanted was to fly.
To hope, to dream.
To become one in wholeness,
not just wrapped in a cloak of compassion
that had the words,
but not the sounds that made this real to me.
To love without holding on.
Spirit, heart, soul and flesh
often break a million different ways
before rebirth comes wrapped in arms of simple things.
Letting go of praying supplications
I drink from this cup.
Knowing that all I ever was….
was just me.
Just me looking for a way
to find a heart that became more than a need,
more than a dream.
Choosing to love sets free the supplications desire
where ego need not fear.
Where ever this takes me.
This is ok too.
A simple breath in time
that says Love is most pure
when its found in the rain.
A hope that brings out the stars,
the dark,
the light of day.
The ground in me.
Oh heart cry no more for choices made.
These are lovers in places
where we find our way.
Sometimes we have the sun.
Sometimes the rain.
More for all of these
the seasons of the heart, spirit, and souls
to walk in flesh made shells.
Love will find a way
when winds are given room to blow the dust away.
Strong and sure a trust that will forever be.
The earth made room for me.
Cradled in her arms while storms pass by.
Face the wind
know a humbleness not explained.
Face the waters of the soul where rivers like fires sometimes rage.
The calm is knowing
theses things are there in what I asked for
when I sought the sun.
Elements made one
when embraced for what they have the power to become.
Use this magic wisely
the earth asked of me. For lest the heart forget.
I asked for truth.
For change,
for wisdom from these things.
I one day too
had prayed, not for the sun
But for rain.
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