What moves us into adoration?
Nostalgia pulses for the well-loved

being whose cries
drew kind eyes and soothing

voices. Do we emerge
from the womb connected

to sublimity? Bearing messages,
overjoyed and bold,

our confidence shreds
in the urgency to keep

our tender flames alit.
We arrive purposeful, only

to struggle into ill-fitting
languages with no words

for cell-inscribed soul-
deep knowledge. Consulting

lexicons and temples, we
amass rich complexity

flowing past our lips. Still
unequipped to proclaim:

Listen, just beyond
our ken! The cottonwood

trembles in an invisible
breeze as we are called

to worship. We bow our
hopeful heads, move into

man-made artifice
and glass-stained stories.

Under the stars
we come

to right relations,
find the balance

ride the smooth ascension.
The earth tarries no longer.

Wordless, we hold the light
arms widespread,

as our brothers scramble
to finally feel

the way.

Inspired by: Overjoyed, Nostalgia, Adoration and Sublimity.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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