(Waterfall in Shenandoah National Forest, picture taken by me)
words cascade down on me like water from a waterfall
they pound down on me fast and hard,
washing away all the tension held in my body.
words with depth and weight like a mountain stream is cold,
the life giving waters wakes me into life
and heals my aching heart.
* We all need words of hope right now, but sometimes the sounds of nature say more than my words ever can. i found this hike to the waterfall renewing. i walked into the falls and laid my body against the mossy walls, and the water cascade over my body.
Meditation Poems #71
the wind dances on my face
my heart flutters alive
I wrote this poem yesterday, while on a work retreat at Richmond Hill. We had the morning of silence, so I got to sit outside on a warm day and breathe. Richmond Hill was once a Catholic Monastery of the Sisters of the Visitation, but now an ecumenical community that is open for retreats and classes. The grounds are quite beautiful. If you want the full history of the place, go to: http://www.richmondhillva.org/about-us/the-history-of-richmond-hill/
a little bit of ice
gives rest to birds.
a quiet winter’s day
brings rest to all
wild beauty visits unlikely places,
transforming the city into wilderness
(Picture I took near a business offices, urban hell ;). All pictures are taken by me unless otherwise noted.)