When life whispered to my soul,
calling the blush onto my cheek,
I sensed the continuity of existence
coursing hotly through my veins,
inciting me to breathe as I reached
towards the receding Light that sent me
into such a life as lay before my
newly awakened consciousness.
Slowly…..
My essence unfurled upon Life’s velveteen
blanket of sweet newness, fresh, wet
and innocent, my mind quickly numbed
as all knowledge receded into gray matter-
a clean slate awaiting the writing of my story-
Sweet forgetting left me hungry,
longing filled my being, drove me on
into the moments of pleasure, pain,
as I climbed the summit and fell again-
too many times, it seems, like
so many dreams until my soul
emerged from hibernation,
ancient holy realization
set in.
Thus I begin…
the fading, as evading life’s cold hand
I cling to memory-the heart of me
in disbelief does comprehend an
eventual end to the great pretend.
Time again for transformation,
cast off the rock in deportation,
the cycle of rejuvenation
must go on,
for old and faded though I be…
I shall go home,
heeding my Creator’s call
and weary at the door I fall,
be comforted and take my rest,
make ready for the next return
to live and laugh, love and learn-
Perpetual….
CherylKP copyright 2018
Beautiful journey through pictures and words!
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Thank you. So glad you enjoyed it.
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Stirring poem. Beautiful photos of flowers (camellias?), but the color of the last one is gorgeous! Hope today is the beginning of a terrific week for you.
•••Ginger•••
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Thank you Ginger. Yes, I have this wonderful huge Camelia bush out back. My week has begun famously. I hope yours is terrific as well. 😀
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This is so beautiful, Cheryl I love the photos and the story you wove around them.
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Thank you so much Dan. I see life cycles in nature, especially flowers. These are from my camelia tree. It is full of blooms!
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Simply beautiful, Cheryl.
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Thanks so much Sandy.
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You are welcome!
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