As a flame hollows out
a space in snow,
melt my coldness
with the warmth of your love.
As the sea
claims the shore
re-shaping the face of the land,
engulf me, mold me to your contours.
As a stone, standing in the desert,
is sculpted over time by wind and sand
into a stark and eerie beauty,
mark me as your own.
As the motes dance
in the sunlit shaft,
and incense rises, making visible the light,
may I move to your joy, embody your love.
Your words and Roger’s pictures are so beautiful. Thanks and blessings!
By: Francesca on November 29, 2010
at 8:22 am
Wow! Deep! I have got to read this over and over and think about it.
I love it!
By: Joan on November 29, 2010
at 10:12 am
just lovely…I do so love this time of year…the waiting, anticipation…
blessings
jane
By: planejaner on November 29, 2010
at 3:59 pm
Glad you liked it, Jane. We seem to feel similarly on quite a lot of things, which is fun.
Blessings,
Janet
By: jevcat on November 29, 2010
at 8:24 pm