Soul Beckons
The Soft Calls of Unbecoming ~ The Inner Winter
my body asks to slow
my thoughts retreat
I seek me somewhere in the darkness...
my prayers become silent
my mind fights the pause
yet the wisdom of within lead me
I am beckoned to the fire
so I sit and watch it dance
I hear the past whispering to the now
they conspire to birth my future
as if I have no say
yet somewhere in me is called to listen
I recall the ways this year brought out long forgotten longings
aches of times before
things I would rather have forgotten
still I sit
I feel from deeper places
I am in the throes of unbecoming
and it stings to shift and shed
yet the Winter of me is waiting
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Peace on your path,
Tracy
Artist ~ Susan Seddon Boulet
my body asks to slow
my thoughts retreat
I seek me somewhere in the darkness...
my prayers become silent
my mind fights the pause
yet the wisdom of within lead me
I am beckoned to the fire
so I sit and watch it dance
I hear the past whispering to the now
they conspire to birth my future
as if I have no say
yet somewhere in me is called to listen
I recall the ways this year brought out long forgotten longings
aches of times before
things I would rather have forgotten
still I sit
I feel from deeper places
I am in the throes of unbecoming
and it stings to shift and shed
yet the Winter of me is waiting
heart emoticon
Peace on your path,
Tracy
Artist ~ Susan Seddon Boulet
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