Sunday, April 8, 2012

To Maureen

I saw you sweeping/floating across new land to the edge of the ocean,
far away from development (where others are dwelling).
It is rocky with sprigs of grass trying to peek through around the large boulders;
most would think its a wasteland, but it is no wasteland to you.

You have fought for this land;
paid a great price for it.
But the pain it took to get you here is no longer on your mind,
only exuberant joy radiates from you like a bright light,
arms wide, head back,
as the Wind of the Spirit wooshes around you,

for you are now a Lighthouse.

Surrounded by the continual Spirit Wind
you can see farther, and have been given the power to speak to the storm that surrounds you:
"Peace be still."