The faithful path meandered on
Leading us through ancient Holy ruins
Stone walls chanting, singing low
Revealing, soft, what came before
Broken windows, doorways arched
Invited us to awake to now
Unfolding storied gauze
Draped now on careful footsteps
Like the trees rooted deep with connection
Our soldiered line of pilgrims
Leaned into and away from the rogue gale
Reminding me of things unchanged
Sea waves crashing up and over the aged rocky mounds
No match for the horizontal rain
Carried on the wind that had traveled
So many miles to greet us here
Sheep, familiar with this scene
Hugged the turf on bended knee
Looking away from the brutal power
Of ageless wind, caressing the hills
Multi colored hoods bobbed along
With an occasional brave head of unguarded hair
Feet found rocks and grass
That rose up before us
Mud and stone and heathered path
Sang us through
As traveler each
Braced against the thunderous Blow
Timeless stillness, as God cupped palms
Around us on either side
Offering strange reality
The wild unknown with irrational calm
I am part of the Holy Whole
Belonging
Becoming
Beloved and Home
Cara Beames
Beautiful Janet! I can image and feel and hear what you describe in this lovely poem. How fortunate that you can be deeply present to what is happening around you and then describe it eloquently to share with others.
HealingJourneys
Thank you Cara! As are you! Big hugs your way!
Janet
Sue Ready
Love your imagery that pulls the reader into a scene you have experienced while sharing your emotional response. It sounded like a spiritual reawakening for you being on Holy ground.
Miss our conversations.
HealingJourneys
Thank you Sue. It was a very spiritual journey. A spiritual place. I miss our conversations too! I hope you and Charlie and Bella are all well.