“Drink it deeply,” she said, about the changing colors in the trees and the well-worn paths of the forest.
“I forgot how,” I responded. “Will it return to me?”
My concern was valid. I stared, parched and thirsty, into the faded and falling leaves. I laid down on a bench, praying the earth would take me and embrace me as her own. The only thing I felt was the wood supporting me.
As dusk softened the sunset, I got up from the bench and continued on the trail, not oblivious to the beauty around me. But I was numb to it; maybe even jealous of the communion between the sky and its reflection in the lake, the songs of the animals, and the family of trees with their interwoven branches.
“Yes, beloved,” was her answer to my worry. “Oh, yes. You are in the right place. Breathe slowly. Let go. Receive.“
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12 responses to “Drink it Deeply”
I love you. Be well, my poet friend.
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Simply beautiful…..
This is great! We are way too busy in life. Things like this remind me to slow down, and connect with Jesus.
Beautiful, Anne. I needed this today.
Beautiful!
I love laying flat on the earth and looking up into the sky … sometimes through the leaves of a tree. I find peace there.
Thanks! I needed that today!
I love when my morning starts off telling me a new post from you is up… thank you for choosing to be raw in your poetry. Its incredibly beautiful.
Love it, thanks
Beautiful. Moving. Sensitive. Touching. Very well done, Anne.
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