Oh Lord, my soul
is thirsty!
How do I live in
this world?
How can I slice
through fog so dense
and find that kernel
of light and
truth you've
promised?
I have sifted
the sand around my feet
a thousand
times, but it is hot and dry
and nowhere can
I find that
drop of gold that
floated in
my Mother's womb
beside me.
Sometimes in my
dreams
I can almost
touch it
in a baby's smile
or in a song
that has always
stirred my soul
and then I wake,
no longer in that grace.
What shall I do,
while in my heart
there lives such
fire?
Will I burn away
to ashes and spend
eternity in some
forgotten urn
or will you find
my drop of gold,
through all this
chaos and bring me home?
Joanne
Cucinello © 2013
Joanne -
ReplyDeleteYou, that drop of gold, that light of grace, shine ever so brightly.
xo thank you for this beatiful poem. -p
Thank you, my sweet friend . . . and you are so blessed on your own life path to be healing others with the "golden light",,
DeleteJoanne