Thursday, 27 November 2014

After the retreat

A wise person once told me about how a retreat marks you. That is my hope...

heart felt
I know that your soft hands of love
have smoothed and thinned
the rough hardness around my heart
to something permeable, translucent
yielding to the touch.

I know this because
the last yellow leaves of the hazel
blazing in the hedge
strike joy to the centre of me,
and the birds collect my soul
to ride with them
the autumn skies.

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