Being there and being here

Bliss filled days of holy silence

Scented air of floral perfume

Cold wind blowing neath my feet

Transporting me to dreams unfurling

Presence with unquestioned faith

Doubts leak in with darkest night

On my knees in fervent prayer

The sunrise brings the new day

Yes, I can carry on– if birds still sing and trees bloom

With the beauty comes the calling

Will I answer?