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BARELY HERE by Cheryl Anne

For as long as I can remember, I have felt homesick...

I have felt homesick for places I have supposedly never been, have missed beings I supposedly have never met, and have recognized people I supposedly do not know. I was often accused of daydreaming in school, and have always had a tendency to see, hear, and feel things which most people around me seem unaware of. I was told, by an elder mentor many years ago, that I am not "sufficiently earthed". In the study of flower essences some years ago I was identified as a clematis constitutional type; always looking and climbing up and away, head in the clouds, seeking Something Higher. 

A few years ago, in late winter, I was walking past a tree with the tiniest buds beginning to show; these words come forth from my soul; a gentler way of seeing my predicament. 


Barely Here
by Cheryl Anne

As the first perceptible buds
on late-winter trees,
we are barely here;
having no idea of the beauty
we may become.
From a Realm beyond
our grasping and thinking,
we have come.
From a place
called only Love,
with greener greens,
bluer blues, clearer waters,
and roses more fragrant
than we can imagine,
we have come…
from the birthplace of Music,
and the Home of the God
Who dreamed of all gods.
On the Tree of Life,
we are buds; barely here,
yet loved with an Everlasting Love,
and seen with the Eye of the One
from Whom all color and fragrance flows.
Through all our days,
till the last petal falls
and we are carried
by the Gentle Breeze
toward Home~
Rejoice!
Do Not Fear!
Though barely here,
we are loved!

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. 


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  1. The Unattached AirFebruary 11, 2017 at 10:37 AM

    So, beautiful, I have felt the same way my whole life. Thank you.

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