The first poem for National Poetry Month.
(Image description: A photo of a light-skinned hand holding a rough piece of citrine. There are a few gold rings on the fingers, one with a stylized sunrise design. The background is a light-colored stone wall.) Credit: Photo by Content Pixie on Unsplash
With it being National Poetry Month, I will be doing a poem for each post in April. This post coincides with the start of a flamekeeping shift and the most recent full moon, so the timing is appropriate.
Places I Find You
Like a full moon behind clouds,
You shine, even when obscured.
Not there, yet there and waiting to be noticed.
There are many places I sense You,
in poetry, in the gestures of a handicraft
in healing, all known and expected.
You are there unexpectedly, lingering
in a fleeting film scene, ingrained
and woven deeply into a protest song.
I feel Your sacred flame, when
cupping a golden gem like a holy coal
to set my heart aflame with You.
The small Mysteries, hidden
in plain sight yet indiscernible,
seen only when I feel the spirit of You.
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