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Stirrings
Inner access
denied
Heart in lock-down
Unexpected,
Unannounced
Sitting on
a sand hill
the breeze lifts strands of
hair off my face
a stirring
a longing shoved aside
Ignored
This spot
nestled in a curve
of lake and beach
It will do
Steal a few moments
before beach towels and noodles
interrupt
The sun
is almost ready
to stretch up, roll out its arms
send tendrils of gold and pinks, lavenders
and blues spilling over the
water and horizon
What’s that
inside
A holy finger
come to stir
things up?
My soul
Responds
Hesitantly
I’ve been cheaply bought at sunrise before
The promise of freshness,
newness is tempting
Why is
this morning
different?
The birds’ song sweeter?
The air a touch warmer?
My heart softer?
Again, the holy finger curls,
caresses
a weary, worn
fossil where
life left
indents eons ago
What’s that?
Awakening spirit
splashing inside,
bubbling within as
The sun slips up
the horizon
The moment
joy thrills
my inner landscape
our rays match
and ascend
and declare
it’s okay
it’s okay
it’s okay
A new day
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