Sunday, April 24, 2016

My Soul Has Found Her Place Again

At the end of the day
On the banks of the stream
By the still water I stand
Warmed by the tea cup in my hand
And watch the calm water
Creased by the wake of a muskrat
Joyfully swimming through
The evening stillness.

I am in the best cathedral
The tall pines forming lush green walls,
And surrounded by the angel chorus
Of frogs,
And the whinny of the robins
As they settle in for the night.
This flat, gray water soothes my harried soul
And I feel the stillness settle in my spirit
And nestle around my beating heart
And I know,
My soul has found her place again.

~Kathie Adams Brown (April 24, 2016)

Friday, February 5, 2016

Canada Goose

You are a wild thing
and from your feathered breast
I feel my own heart beating,
and when you fly and cry
Your haunting wild song
I hear the yearning of my own soul
to know the wild places that you know,
to see the places you have seen,
to feel that wind beneath my wings,

…if only I had your wings, your eyes,
…if only I could sing your wild cries,
…if only I had the freedom to fly.

~Kathie Adams Brown (February 1, 2016)