AWAKENING TO SPIRIT
It was dawn again......
A billow of somber, mourning clouds
hovering near the earth like a ceiling
suspended from the stars.
Images of man and nature, lamented
Like shadows, they held their sacred
doors to the inner past,
familiar in memories...other senses
Above and beyond this shrouded scheme,
Miracles soared across the Universe.
Waiting and ready for Restoration,
One severed the cloud's suspension.
The ceiling of clouds tilted,
a window to the heavens opened!
Angelic beams of Light appeared,
breaking apart the dusky sky!
The golden rays flowed downward,
pouring abundance of Energy on the
The earth responded with a quake of
loosing the encumbered tomb.
Fresh air and spectra flowed throughout;
Earth's chest began to rise.
Filling with nourishment of Life,
cool; and crisp.....Her affirming Right!
Cleansed by exchange, breathing out
dust of pain, past and prison.
A process of expansion and contraction;
an undoing...a holy release for this
Brought to Order, She rises to Her
The clouds have broken,
and the sky has cleared.
She has Awakened to her unique form
Within this Earthy Vessel,
space fills the inner sanctum.
There is irony in the emptiness,
meeting God within my Heart.
image and poetry (c) Peggy Shearman, 1998
webdesign (c) Paul Buis, 2000