Meditation IV by Ann Metlay Breathe in. passage to my lungs, forked path that meanders toward the depths of my soul. Push through my arms push through the narrowness of fingers which grasp for tools of my mundane life. Overpower the blockage in my feet which choose to tread on paths grooved from ordinary cares. Breathe out. Tunnel through my bones, through marrow and blood which grant me life. Remove debris which buries my soul; take from me the bitter taste of bondage held in daily drudgery; lift fatigue from my every cell. Breathe in. Inflate me, Spirit, with your holy vision; fill me with your essence. Come in me, pass through me, so that I might become one with your perfect order. Breathe out. Ann Metlay , a lifelong writer, grew up in the 50’s’ in Berkeley. Her family shared a love of folks songs and close experiences and observations of nature. These opportunities continue to influence her poetry and her visual art today. After participating in the Berkeley scene in th
Women's Spiritual Poetry