A poem of swirling chaos and settling into stillness and love.
I feel like the branches of the Mighty Maple
being tossed around by the
winds of the brewing storm.
I feel like the winds of the brewing storm
tossing everything in my path
into a swirling chaos.
I feel like a swirling chaos;
dizzy and unearthed,
losing my ground,
losing my balance,
So I fall down.
Yet twirl along, the leaf that I am,
occasionally feeling the earth strike my body.
Receiving the storm,
feeling the storm of my heart.
The leaf begins to crumble.
The winds gust.
The rains fall.
The lightning strikes.
Finally, when the storm passes, I can see the light again.
Losing momentum, I can see the blue sky and the sun.
All is released.
All is refreshed.
All is still again.
This poem along with many more are available in Helene’s book of poetry, Blessed Womb – Inspirational Poems to Warm the Heart and Womb.
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