Leaving Shambhala
Sisters and brothers, I have known the glory
in this world of time
nor am I yet quite out of it
though something draws me on.
I fear that I will miss the mountains
the beautiful rocks
the oceans deep and blue
the singing trees
the mockingbird
the rain.
More light beckons, but can it ever shine
like sun on snow
a meadowlark’s gold breast
or the flowers in my children’s eyes?
By JRC 1/22/14
3 comments:
It never fails that when I read your poems, I feel I am there, experiencing what you are telling. You are a wonderful poet and never think you are not. Let me know how the book is coming along.
Hugs...
Debbie, you are the sweetest one!
This is beautiful. Speaks for me and gives me shivers.
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