Joan Woolard, a dear friend and fellow sojourner in the Richard Moss mentor program, wrote this poem during a day of silence at the recent gathering of our group.  It touched something in me, as I suspect it may in you.

 

 

Porch Time

 

 

Breeze ever so gently beckoning to enter the pregnant pause

Take rest in the now; the land that time forgot

 

You know the place

It can be found between here and there

But don't look too hard or you'll miss it

 

Soften your gaze, loosen your grip and settle in

Let you mind wander and shift the focus of your awareness

Slip into the only place where you will find yourself, the now.

 

Nowhere to go

Nothing to do, fix or change

Just unending being with what is

 

Shadows lengthen

Leaves Rustle

Birds sing a call to action

 

Gather yourself and take flight on the wings of the now.

 

Joan Woolard