This Dawning Morning

I have a deep sadness

that dwells in the depth of my being. 

I release old stories

I live close to nature

I am a healer and a mystic

I know I feel whole, and I know I feel broken.

 

God I am so tired.

My body has a frailty I do not understand

I live in the present holding the light.

 

I found myself

I found my father

I nurtured my mother

in ways, she did not know, or understand. 

 

I feel I am slipping away this day,

and all around are blooming flowers,

quiet ripples and gentle rain,

as a new day has come again.

 

So, I will go on into this one.

 

This is a re-post from December 2020 when I heard the poem.