steadfast rocks
Posted by maureen in poetry |
Within this fortnight my world has shifted
creating new openings
through which the sun is shining
steadfast rocks on which to stand
lifting me up to new beginnings
where vistas not yet seen
take my breath away
these brilliant sections of this unfolding tapestry
imbued with the sweet colors of joy
this ancient weaving
revealed by the increasing brightness
of this internal light
held in readiness for this moment of seeing
. . .
the best is always yet to come
