Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Perfect Makes Practice

Rustling leaves
lets me know You are here,
watching me with green eyes
smiling that secret smile

hearing the rush of a river,
consonants and vowels displayed
in the intricate lattice-work of pebbles
strewn across my path

Green is the color of Your body
the inside of a tree is mine.
I see Your beauty in every
living thing, in every possible way.

The love I feel
is only the beginning
for so long, I have ignored Your calling
now I return

Will I be welcomed with a loving embrace?
My heart tells me I will, for
You are the Goddess
You are my Mother.

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