Daily I entertain a conversation in my heart and when my eyes open anticipation grows. Adoring a gentle sunrise. . . I name it a sonnet. I love the morning hour as day first begins, as light rushes in, flickering over floorboards. And day lilies capture my attention bobbing feral in the breeze. This romance tarries until nightfall sustaining my thought life, becoming like sustenance. Manna on the table, I break and dip in oil partaking beauty as it unfurls into a song.
Thank you for reading Sacred Poems from In the elements, selected poems delivered Sundays elevating the wonder and sacredness of the natural world.
Featuring my poetry and occasional guest poets.
with love & intention
Kassi
Love this. “Flickering over floorboards” caught me, both the rhythm and the feeling! ✨
Kassi,"bobbing feral in the breeze" stopped me completely, one wild word in the middle of all that tenderness and it opens the whole poem up. And then the turn to manna, breaking bread, dipping in oil, you've made the act of noticing beauty into something sacred and sustaining. This is communion in the truest sense, what a gift this is. Amazing 🕊️❤️✨️