In every corner lives an altar
Each object, consciously displayed,
An offering.
In silence, this sacred sanctuary
embraces me;
A kaleidoscope of fiery reds, soothing greens, uplifting yellows, tranquil turquoise and
Regal Magenta
Speak volumes.
As near and as far as my eyes can see outwards
Tall, strong and sensitive,
Birch trees acknowledge me,
Inviting me to
Look withIn.
Be still and know that you
Are
Exactly where you’re destined
Right here, right now.
At Cunningham and M[a]c Neil
More than mere two dirt roads converge.
Intersecting,
Through stories shared,
We weave a web of connectivity.
A cornucopia of abundant gratitude bathes me.
Brimming from the center that is my heart,
Crystal clear,
warm tears emerge.
And I smile in the knowing that truly,
I am
Blessed.
And so it is.
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Ed: Sara Crolick
{photo: courtesy of Karen Arp-Sandel}
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