When All is Still

Peace descends

from the heavens

as the sun slowly stirs,

and I let it seep in,

wrap myself with the world–

 

this creation,

all that lives,

ancestors unmet,

the simplest pleasure

in the message

of an owl’s silhouette;

 

when all is still,

the awe fills,

and I feel

stuffed with blessings,

 

my spirit

rises

and with the birds,

pays homage,

sings,

 

and when I close my eyes,

I see it all–

beauty, purpose, gifts–

and my heart

unloads,

lifts.

 

Poem and image ©LauraDenise