Saturday, June 27, 2015


In the meadow near the woods, 
lungs full of the ancient air,
come so far, 

scent of strawberries,
my heart seems to twist a little, 

warming with love.
I sit here, beside Her, 

my spirit an inchworm on the ground,
making obeisance, 

praying all day.
Blooms of rhododendron, just emerging,
all new, sticky with pink newness, 

I adore you.
Wide-roofed mushroom, 

new today after yesterday’s long rain, 
I adore you.
What else is there to do?
I sit near the woods in the birdsong and the wind,
joyfully adoring You.

Annelinde Metzner
Sacred Mound

June 21, 2011

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