Joy

Joy like the spring feels
   as if she is untouchable
far away over the hill.
I know she's there,
   we want to meet again.
Her smile gives me hope.
   Allows me to take faint steps forward,
Another day passes,
     and she seems lost to me.
I hear her heartfelt voice calling me on
 over and over again.
She claims me back into the parts of me
that need quenching,
    like a slow warm Sunday walk
along the banks of the Dart
  No destination
Always home
   where I am meant to be
Spring returns once more
 and winter ebbs away

Kissing the Earth

An aspiration and intention setting for this coming first week of February 2020. 

Inshallah it may come to pass.

As it was

As it is

As it shall be