Where The Light Comes Through

The hummingbird hovers by moving its wings in a figure 8, reminding us of our divine nature and our joyful essence.

Geese come honking, splashing past this sedate
great blue heron catching minnows. The lake
is swollen and still with cottonwood scum.
My cracked shell breaks. My senses whirl and hum

as I regard yon sacred dawn. Wet lawn
miracles small and large abound. I’m sound
and changing light, feeling intensity
grief, relief, joy and curiosity.

Inspired by: Sedate, Break and Regard.

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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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