You carry me
A child in your arms
Through an open door, a crumbling ruin
Remnants of an old self where once I lived
Glancing back, there is only a shadow
Of the one I once had been
Fading as the sunset settles
The landscape still
And then … …
Hush, the darkness descends, encircling, enfolding
The quiet complete, I am safe in your keeping
Dissolving into the soft peaceful presence of you
Heartbeat of earth, soil of silence
I wait to sing the songs of sleeping seeds
Stirring as seeds do, gently
In their slow, motionless unfolding
Rooted firmly in our unconditional belonging
Turning toward the light
Without eyes to behold the dawning sky
Reaching, growing up toward the unknown
Without hands to hold out to find the way
Only your eyes
Seeing with such compassion to every moment of my waking
Only your hands
Holding me tenderly, shaping me whole
The Sound of What Happens 
This is lovely and very soothing, Éilis. It has a completely different feel to your other recent poems. I’m guessing you’re in a good place right now. 😊
A lot of ups and downs as usual, Ali, but yes I think I am in a different place, and on the whole it is better. 🙂 I’m glad the poem resonated with you.
That’s good to know, Éilis. Hope wherever you are now is living up to expectations. Xxx
It’s not a literal new place. As far as feelings go, I am all over the map. But there is a constancy the Neath that which is hard to put into words. Like, I can be angry, or sad, or grateful, or happy, or scared, but those are waves, and beneath them is an ocean. It is like being held whether you think you’re alone or feel connected. Everything is changing, and beneath that is the person who you’ve always been but you’re becoming more of that than before. It’s just hard totalk about without metaphors. I don’t know. Now I am making things sound more elaborate than is necessary. I’m just going through a lot of change, and some of it is hard, but I’m grateful for all of it. And I can’t tell you exactly where it’s all going but I know I’ll be cared for, if that makes sense. That makes all the difference.
Hello Eilis, I hope you’re well – from this lovely poem you seem to be in a gentler place than before (and I’ve just noticed Ali said the same!) Such lovely words as always xx
Thank you, Helen.😀 I am doing all right. Sometimes I am in a far more gentler place, for sure. I am definitely in a more stable place and I’m truly grateful for that. How are you? I wish I had more time to follow your and others blogs more regularly. It has been enough just to stay on top of Life as it unfolds off-line. You are in my thoughts often, though. 🙂
Ah, Eilis, that’s so sweet of you to say – I think of you often too. Life sometimes takes over, as it should, really. I’ve also not had as much time to spend in blogland of late – but it’s nice to come back in and connect once in a while. Glad to hear things are more stable – all is well with me, too xx
It’s good to hear that you’re doing well, too.😀
Thanks, Eilis 🙂