Join Me
Come, friends,
Join me at the table.
It’s time to retreat,
To seek sanctuary,
To cloister and rest
In soul voice,
Heart.
Tis’ the season
To mature spirit,
To melt the ice of fear
As we make a fire of gratitude
With flames searing skyward
In highest prayer,
Grace-filled litany,
Cleansing, preparing, refining,
Galvanizing diamond mind,
As flames sear up from root to crown,
Our crucibles
Cleansed in
God’s alchemy.
Winter’s slumber, a quickening.
Come, friends,
Join me,
Retreat,
Listen,
Allow.
©2018 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog
Image, My Patio: ©Barbara Harris Leonhard
your poem is both a delight and a consolation
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Thank you, Tony! I’m happy the poem spoke to you. Have a wonderful holiday season!
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Very, very beautiful.
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Thank you, my friend! 🤗
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