The Place Will Comfort You
but first it will make you cry:
the gravity of the place,
the splendid
weight of these rocks,
will tug on you,
gently, at first, then,
with more insistence, pull
until, surrendering,
you descend, become
completely at home,
among the fallen
yellow leaves,
not knowing why you weep
or when
the water will end,
not knowing anything but this:
this that loved you to the ground
this that stays you,
this that holds you,
keeps you here,
in love
with the low, leaving light
that is yours, yours still,
yours yet
to bear,
light before which
you can do nothing
but bow.
Cresheim Creek
November, 2013
(c) 2013 by Susan Windle
Sending you blessings of gratitude.
May you kindle and feed your flames of inner light as the dark days of December approach.
Namaste.