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| Pendle Hill Shadows, Photo by Susan |
She walked without noticing where her feet fell
on pine needles, metal grid, grass or concrete
drawn by ever green scent of pine and cut grass
called by cicadas, gongs, voices and silence
as if cocooned by what she hadn’t yet reached
in this hour set aside for rare solitude.
She thought—nothing—simply unwrapped shaded paths
while entering—as if they were gifts, tapped tears
of frankincense from days of yore laid out now
as guides and guardians. Wasn’t that the gift
of kings under the wondrous star? Mystery
became the food and drink of this hour’s peace.
And then when she—again alert—felt the weight
of air, she glowed through shadows she found there.
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© 2016 Susan L. Chast
What a world you've created here Susan! "...Mystery / became the food and drink of this hour’s peace."...a profound inner world as it were, so soul soothing...
ReplyDeleteI haven't yet written mine...sigh...
Lovely. Thank you for sharing this enchanting mystery
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful day to be out in the open. Light and shadows play a big part in making it better! Envy you Susan!
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unwrapped shaded paths/ tapped tears of frankincense ... what amazing imagery... such a great mood poem.
ReplyDeleteIt is very important to feed the inner light from time to time. When we spend some time with our inner self, we get enlightened. A very beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteTapping tears of frankincense...the image conjures up something in the depths of me that I cannot name, but feel deeply...
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ReplyDeletebecame the food and drink of this hour’s peace.
And then when she—again alert—felt the weight
of air, she glowed through shadows she found there.
Sigh.. I am in complete and utter awe of this write ❤️
it is indeed a blessing to have place where one can step on pine needles ,scented is the air,free to breathe as peace enters the soul and spirit....may this be for all...exquisite thought and imagery
ReplyDeletealways a pleasure reading about the Magi. nice poem.
ReplyDeleteI suppose finding our inner light is about reaching a state of mind where we pause thinking and see the shadows about us - I love - as if cocooned by what she hadn’t yet reached - it really does require practice I suspect.. QED!
ReplyDeleteSuch an enjoyable poem from start to finish.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE unwrapping the shaded paths as if they were gifts! You found frankincense, I found liturgical incense in the forest......and we both went to the forest for our blessings! Love that! I love the guides and guardians, too.
ReplyDeleteThere is nothing quite like basking in the peaceful world of nature away from hubbub of our urban life. Even now on tottering legs I love to escape there and feel content. What a beautiful poem this is Susan.
ReplyDeleteFood for the soul is as important as food for the body.The inner light needs daily enrichment.
ReplyDeleteLovely how the soul, even if focused elsewhere in the moment, is fed and nurtured by the beauties of earth.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery...beautiful lines, Susan. Tapping 'tears of frankincense'-- ah, worth their weight more than gold at all time !!Enriching and euphoric piece! Love it!
ReplyDeleteLuv the depth and purity of this meditation, out of which only blessings of peace could emerge
ReplyDelete" She thought—nothing—simply unwrapped shaded paths
while entering—as if they were gifts, tapped tears
of frankincense from days of yore"
much love...
Absolutely lovely work.
ReplyDeleteIf only we realised how precious ur life is and how blessed we are to be able to enjoy the sun, nature and our own ability to appreciate all the beauty that can surround us, we and the world would be much happier...
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