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MEDITATION IV by Ann Metlay


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 the mid-sixties, Ann joined the Peace Corps, and spent two years in Nigeria. Upon returning home, Ann embarked on a career in teaching. She incorporated her language skills into teaching, first children with special needs, then, later, with students struggling to become proficient readers. Ann retired to Arizona. She has linked her observational skills in nature to her deeply spiritual poetry, and art.  She, incorporates her keen sense of rhythm and rhyme within all her art. Ann delights in sharing her creative gifts through readings and art shows. She has published several books of poetry and short stories. A Jew by choice, spiritual poetry flows through her. She shares her poetry regularly at services of Center of Universal Light, a community that “embraces all paths to the Divine Light.” She also shares her writings at the Jewish Community of the Verde Valley.

 

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