Wild places

I will seek out the wild places

Places where the essence of life and energy is moving

Up from the ground like a rising healing tide

Of benevolence

Even as these tears fall

After years of facing so many trials

So much loss

So many changes

Still on every day I will try

A new

Re-arrangement of my life

Seeking attitudes, actions and the prayers

That release me to

Wholeness and wildness

Was life my enemy

Or did the isolation of my youth

Teach me so many things that were

Untrue?

Still

How could I go numb

To a world where feeling was denied

And then made me the target

Of that denial?

There are those of us born

As sensitives

Souls whom this culture of lovelessness

Cannot destroy

We see deeper and we question

Everything

I have heard that in these times

We must take responsibility

For the narratives we choose

Those of threat and fear and doom

Or ones that allows for compassion

Understanding

Insight

Vibrancy, love and renewal

A stance of being

That can hold it’s own anger

Tenderly enough

To allow the grief hidden deep inside of it

Like a kernel to emerge

And not displace that onto

Targets

Our pain marks with a bulls eye

I will not lie

So much about these times

Reduces me to tears

But all of my fears

Melt away in the wild and alive places

And so it is to these I must return

Daily

It is within these that I must make for my aching soul

A nurturing and loving home

Seeking here the healing view of nature and the angels

That are always longing for us to return

To wisdom and wholeness.