(Thanks to everyone for all the likes on this. I love writing prose and will continue.)💜
I lose my gaze in a myriad of crystal snowflakes
wending their way to the earth.
I wonder if they could be the scads of tears, prayers, thoughts,
and meanderings of humans all over the Earth
who didn’t quite ascend their minds to the pure, white-hot, burning light of well-being to be absorbed by the sun?
The snows will always return until humans are magnetic and hot…
The snows return to earth under
the sacred gaze of bright cardinals robed in red and
chickadees who speechlessly honor and guard their sacred prayer.
Their temple is truly the bare tree,
The faithful, the crystals, kneeling to bow to the cold wind easing to a snail pace…
the evergreen, the stalwart, pounding, sacred heart of the earth who doesn’t even know what forgiveness is. It’s unnecessary.
Blessings to all the Earth’s living to be born again in the winter white.
©1/2/11 Lisa Townsend
