The magic calls with the night owl…
across the miles I feel the pull
like a magnet,
like a drumbeat drawing me near,
to my destiny.
Closer and closer I come
to the day,
when I walk through the gate,
on sacred ground,
feeling my heart pound
with peace and love.
I’m home again… I weep with joy!
The words cannot say what the heart holds inside,
but will be my life’s work until I die.
To attempt the impossible,
to tell the story,
from beginning to end in all its glory.
To share the pure love,
the tale of those who came before,
giving their lives to better our own.
We each have a gift
it must be shared…
that is our purpose, why we are here.
You’ve taken the risk, now dive in and write,
we must do our part to share the light.
May 24, 2016 at 3:26 pm
Love this poem too, need help in sharing the light. Thanks for the positive comment on my memoir, now how do I proceed to get it published?
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May 24, 2016 at 5:57 pm
A lovely poem in anticipation of our forthcoming retreat. And a beautiful photo! Was it really that bright?
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May 24, 2016 at 6:40 pm
Thankyou Daphne! Yes! Twas…see you soon.
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