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SACRED ENCOUNTER by Naomi Stone

Silence falls upon on the sacred spaces of my solitude…

Ever so quietly I open my eyes upon a star-studded darkness surrounded by that precious Silence: when the Mystery awakens to give birth to a private awareness, when beauty spreads out across the night sky, when color springs from the soul, and joy reaches to light the way to heaven creating divine secrets to decorate the dawn. I write in light upon my soul.
Photography by Econita

Sacred Encounter

something blooms and flowers in the night
creating a special light
as we wander in the garden
of the heart

love walks in silent strength where
the Beloved dwells
as a river falls majestically 
down the mountain
living water 
upon the valley beneath

and light is radiant
from the sacred power
spinning out life in the dew
and mist of every holy breath

the tiny violets in the grass are soft beneath my feet
as I walk barefoot
upon this precious earth
beholding the wonders the Beloved creates
the eternal flow

we live in awe
in the wake of the rolling wave
that transforms a barren place into
a fruitful land
and a heart space into a living being
divine transparency
of spirit

we hear the willows in the wind
and feel them brush against our face
hearing the unseen music
drawing us to dance the feelings
overflowing from
our hearts

though centuries pass
and worlds come and go
the Beloved meets us in the essence
of pure love
a precious encounter
a timeless flow
of belovedness


Naomi Stone: "I am a contemplative, a mystic, a pilgrim, a seeker, a woman deeply in love with the God hidden in all of us, in all of His Creation, who comes shining out when we least expect it and takes my breath away and breathes me with His sublime Presence in everything. I have two sons and loved raising them. I was a teacher for years, taught at the university level, did some community work, helped start a hospice in our area, and worked with patients and families for years. I am consoled by Nature and the natural world and have embraced the life of a spiritual hermit." You may visit Naomi on her website here where she has shared over 700 of her poems over the last four years. You may contact her via Facebook here. 


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