These words reflect my longing for the earthly season of spring…
…as well as my longing for a renewal of
life, color, and light in my heart and soul. Although my chronological age
would place me more in the autumn of life, and though for most of my life I
have closely identified with the muted melancholy of autumn's waning light, I
have come to realize that underneath the fallen leaves of pain and sadness, I
am more honestly a child of spring.
I am
yet steeped in night
Winter-dark
and cold
But
You O Morning Sun
Are
rising in my soul
I
feel You moving now
Fluid
full and free
Fiery
sap of Spirit
Stirring
once again in me
Love
sweet unrepressed
No
shadows to be found
Deep
woundedness redressed
As
You warm dry bones and ground
O
Bright Morning Sun
Flow
forth Your coming Spring
My
feet are poised to dance
My
heart prepared to sing!
Cheryl Anne: As a very young girl, I discovered the magic of
turning my observations and swirling thoughts and feelings into poems and
songs. The love of language; spoken, sung, and written, and also the silent
language of presence, has remained through all life's twists and turns. I am a
lover and celebrant of the elements and seasons of the Heart and Soul, of Earth
and Spirit; finding All Life to be sacred. I deeply enjoy the privilege of
sharing my life with three beloved children and a few more than three beloved friends.
Presently I work in the field of in-home elder care and companioning. My
greatest joy is found in being with those I so dearly love, and in the embrace
and beauty of Nature.
beautiful. love the 'fiery sap of spirit' within you.
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