it is a sanctuary out there, people. a sanctuary. the frogs. the birds. the tiny insects. the heat lightning. the cracks of thunder. the whooshing of water as it crosses the dam. the thick smell of all of things spring- soil, grass, wildflowers, herbs, things new and old, awakening. and the trees- the circle of trees. with a stump just my size. thank God for that. truly.
the light drops of rain on my walk back. the huge, dark, ominous- yet, somehow comforting, sky. my feet planted firmly on the ground. each step. those little drops. little bursts of cleansing.
oh, and lilacs. thank God for those, too.
then the real cleanse comes as i step inside. just as i step inside. down comes the rain. down, down. the thunder cracks a hole in the sky. but it tells me it's okay. somehow this world is infinite and confined at the same time. somehow things are broken and whole at the same time.
somehow his spirit is here. and someday, i think she will smile again. i plant my feet firmly on the ground. for her.
the light drops of rain on my walk back. the huge, dark, ominous- yet, somehow comforting, sky. my feet planted firmly on the ground. each step. those little drops. little bursts of cleansing.
oh, and lilacs. thank God for those, too.
then the real cleanse comes as i step inside. just as i step inside. down comes the rain. down, down. the thunder cracks a hole in the sky. but it tells me it's okay. somehow this world is infinite and confined at the same time. somehow things are broken and whole at the same time.
somehow his spirit is here. and someday, i think she will smile again. i plant my feet firmly on the ground. for her.
Beautiful, anna.
ReplyDeleteAlso I love the header. I don't know how you do that!
ReplyDeletewoah.
ReplyDeletei love "somehow the world is infinite and confined at the same time." your mind can grasp things like that.
and the last lines...well i read them and thought, "did she really write that?"
and i agree with reb, the header looks awesome.
thanks for sharing your words with us.