a poem a day in the month of may
(The Liminality Journal: Kaitlin Curtice)
In the wilderness
I hear the voice of wisdom,
the One who sees me.
***
No cars, no convenience stores,
no latest episodes to consume.
Stones, and tiny alpine flowers,
a rugged Bristlecone pine,
scarred by wind and sun.
A broad, flat rock
for spreading out
beneath the startling blue sky.
I am a stranger in this place,
come from hardness,
seeking refuge, an escape
from all the noise
I’ve left behind.
I wait.
I stand in the sun’s light,
eyes closed,
breathing.
A voice whispers in my ear,
calls my name,
offers the tender embrace
of one who loves me, sees me.
“I am here.”
We wander in the wilderness,
together in the quiet,
comfort for the wounds I carry,
honey for my soul.
A Streak of Teal 
Seriously. A book. Ahem. 🙂 I love your learning and sharing ways.
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Perhaps. I’ve become accustomed to hearing those mysterious “leanings” in your voice … the invitations to something I may not yet be seeing. Grateful for the river of thought and heart in which we flow.
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