(Photo by Karen Wood)
Angel Fire, N.M.
Sweet, Divine Mystery!
You are so close ...
Yet ever elusive!
I reach out to touch You ~
You are nowhere to be found ...
Until I draw my next Breath.
I crave Your Presence ~
I feel so abandoned ...
Until I see the grey-white dove perched mere feet
From the hovering, hunched black raven.
I yearn for Your Voice ~
I hear only SILENCE ...
Followed by sweet bird songs, wind whispers,
And majestic thunder claps.
I long for Deep Peace ~
Cruelties, injustices, deep woundedness engulf me ...
Until I submerge into the Depths of Stillness
Where I find Perfect Rest.
I chase certitude ~
I capture only more questions, more doubts
Until it dawns, slowly ...
The Divine Mystery Is
The only Certainty.
It is not knowable.
It can only be Loved.
~ By Karen Wood
