- The
Awakening
- She
dreams out over the ocean
- watching
the sun set
- digging
her toes in the sand
- getting
her jeans wet,
- then
soars like a gull over the waves
- and
through the spray
- of
remembrance...
-
- She dives
like a dolphin at play
- and
speaks to them
- (and they
to her) of belonging, of being
- in need
of a tie that binds
- but she
stands, brushes off the sand
- turns
from her need
- and
sighs...
-
- She looks
on the low rolling hills
- stretching
out her arm
- to comb
the tangled locks of sage
- that grow
in harmony
- but she
smoothes the horizon with a pass of her hand
- then
winks at a star
- and
cries...
-
- In her
need to belong, to be loved by someone
- she
patiently waits
- while her
ears strain for the sound
- of The
Voice in the night
- and for
the embrace that enfolds her
- she
lowers her head
- and
smiles...
-
- For she
feels the strength of her own loving arms
- wrapping
around her
- and the
source of the need deep inside her
- is to
love herself
- is to be
as the ocean and the low rolling hills
- content
in themselves
- 'neath
the sky...
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