I went looking for a poem I’d written a few years ago. Looking through old note books and folders and boxes…all the places I thought it was. I never found it…and wondered if perhaps I’d lost it somehow somewhere.
Yesterday I found it while looking for something else. Ha! there you are I exclaimed, as my eyes fell upon the words I knew to be this poem. My heart leapt!.. because I liked this one and thought I’d lost it. Even though I know that every poem I write becomes woven into my own fiber, it still saddened me that I may not see this one on paper again.
I’d like to share it…along with some drawings that reflect the flowers and the sky I walk and live with here in Cupertino. Reminding me of the beauty all around me and within me.
*Peace in my garden*
and they walked into the garden once again
holding hands
they knew not why
for they had come unbidden
unknowing of what would await them there
that sacred place they loved and tended and left
they knew the strife, the violence
that had filled the space between their past and this now
the air still smelling of uncertainty
yet in their hearts they felt the New
a blossoming
a thawing of the spirit fire
the seed ripening
bearing fruit
it was time to harvest and make oil
to bake and share a meal together
to walk again in celebration and joy
and bounty
to feel again the creative flow of life
and ride the currents of this moment into something
entirely neW
Come…sit in our garden
be not ashamed
you aRe love
you arE light
you belong here
sit and delight!
written by Jani Gillette in cahoots with realms beyond
