Mother Nature’s Gifts …
I wander in the woods, bereft and alone,
No aim had I, no defined path to follow,
My mind so hollow, my soul not at ease,
Just one step after another lead me away
From where I had been in other thoughts,
Which escape me at the moment,
This moment is all I know, no sense or goal.
Searching for nothing, seeking something,
To awaken my slumbering soul
And rest easy upon my lonely heart,
A heart that holds so much love,
Yet a moment of loss, something missing
And too long not returned to peace
Where release has always been for me.
I hear a tiny voice, so clear like a chime,
Have you forgotten, where is your mind?
I turn as if to look for and reclaim
A mind that wandered in another time,
I see a faerie, reclining on a lacy fern,
Smiling at me, accepting me in my state
Of oblivion, and my soul feels a spark.
Look around you, open your eyes and heart,
See Mother Nature’s gifts before you, all around,
This is where love does abound with joy.
She flies up to my outstretched hand
And kisses my palm, so light, so beautiful,
A touch that blesses me and wakens my soul,
As I look around at the gifts bestowed upon me.
And once again I am at peace and whole.
© 2016 Phyllis Doyle Burns