Soul’s Embrace
My heart flies to you to rest upon your breast.
Fleeter than a hummingbird, softer than a dandelion tuft
Yet more sure in flight than a heat seeking missile
I bond with you more tenaciously than a babe at its mother’s breast.
Though my eyes wander, my heart never strays
For you are the milk of my becoming
The marrow from which my platelets are born.
Your song is the beat that pumps my heart
The sighs in my silences are filled with your music
Within your eyes I find a world of vision
Your fragrance inhabits my every breath.
When fear or uncetainty threaten, I run
To crush myself against your breast
And you paint me in vibrant hues
As just another part of you
Only in our Soul’s Embrace am I content
We wander, hand-in-hand
Through heavenly fields of wildflowers
Where desolate, cold winds of winters of separation are forgotten
Resolved in everlasting blossomings of remembrance.
Angry, gray clouds transform into riotous exuberant color
To delight all our senses in waves of splendor
Assaulting the battlements of self-protection
With the battering rams of joy and discovery.
As I discover you
I discover me
There is only WE
And I rest in our Soul’s Embrace.
JC
5/11/15
Jan I love this new art! Your acrylic work is so soft and bright. You brought our lovely glow in his eyes that captivate me and hair that has the sparkle of metallics and glitter. How playful and enjoyable. And this poem seems to come from your very soul. I can’t express enough how grateful I am that you share these intimate blessings with us. * thank you ~! * When you compile your next volume of Conversations, please please please INCLUDE your art and poems like these. They are very much a part of your interaction with him and I just love them both… the art and the poems… they bring Michael so close.
Thank you so much, Miss Seaturtle … uh … next volume?
Yes… Conversations, Volume 3. I have learned so much in volumes 1 and 2. But what I noticed was that the poems of your Michael-life were not always included. But they are a heart response to the conversations with Michael. The words are blessed and often give voice to what people like me are feeling, thinking or experiencing.
– Gertrude Seaturtle
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