Fuel to carry on
drawing shadows to the light,
bringing on the gentlest unburdening.
Serenity and reflection,
mirrored at all degrees,
leaves me grounded within
a glowing sphere of peace.
I am bound to the moment,
ensconced so deep in the now,
seeing all that lies within and without.
My guardian, deep-held and tentative,
acknowledges a readiness to step beyond,
to cross this threshold and taste release.
The faithful gathering in Dromineer
has infused in me a belief,
a tactile sense of hope;
fuel to carry on.
Eamon, a lovely poem, full of peace and lines that linger - that promise of hope, moving on.....
ReplyDelete'My guardian, deep-held and tentative,
acknowledges a readiness to step beyond,
to cross this threshold and taste release.'
And yes, we all need fuel..and the Dromineer weeknd has given so many so much...
Wonderful to hear this, and to read the poem thinking on that..
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Thanks for that, B. Apologies for the delay in responding. So much work to do. Dromineer really was an exceptional experience, creating a momentum that is taking me to new heights.
ReplyDeleteHope your spring cleaning is going well for you. ;-)