Time is a Vessel

a sacred poem

I love the hour I steal for myself
        when day slips
through time and time ceases
its strife. 

Streaming light ebbs and flows
        over the horizon
as a wearied world surrenders 
to night.

The braided grass softens
        as a footpath of 
heaven. The wind stills its 
ghastly howl.

In the thin threshold of dreams
        I see it clearly:
there's no role to perform, nothing 
coerced is required.

I am soul and flesh—held as I am. 

Photo Credit - Pexels - Dennis Ariel

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