Whispered Wanderings

I heard a quiet voice in the wind today:
“You’ve forgotten how to listen, Precious One.
Quiet now, quiet
Let your soul settle.
Remember
how to listen.
When you do
I will tell you
all that your heart waits to hear.
Do come, now, and sit
beneath an otherwise-forgotten tree,
And I will speak to you
once again.”

So I walk alone,
until at last I find
this forgotten tree…
And with a sigh, seat myself
upon a bed of leaves,
beneath her wind-tossed branches:
still listening to the voice
that only I can hear.

“Remember yourself back into
divine wholeness. Remember
All that you were born to be!
It is Time.
Embrace the Holy Love of Spirit
that blows around and through your heart;
let it open you to the life you’ve denied your Self
for so long.

Most of all Remember:
I am Here.”

Then
with pure, child-like tears
I finally let go, in sacred surrender,
of every worry and concern upon my heart:
With gratitude overflowing, I
accept in their place
Peace far beyond my understanding…

Then I rise, and walk back home;
knowing I’ll never again be alone
knowing I am now and forever
Changed.

klm
11/19/23