Into The Light

The first brave whistles composing dawn praise
echoing through trees summon my own phrase.
We’re here singing the crest of the wave, god
in all our many forms cascading, shod

in the bodies we’ve seeded here. Flutter
and leap, sing sloven fear to sleep. Utter
the morning song rising straight from deep dreams.
Love moves us all; matter’s not how it seems.

Inspired by: Flutter, Seed, Sloven and Leaping.

Published by

Victoria Stuart

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

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s