The Sacred in Each of Us

In the stillness
and total darkness
I sit in wait
at the entrance to
my Soul's gate.

A Deep breath
to relax and
remind me,
I can never be
late.

For, in the perfection
of Divine Plan
Each Heart
awakens
according to it's
own fate.

All stories
washed purely
and dried in the
wind
warmed by
the sun
cleaned of all
sin.

Returned ever so
Gently
to it's mate

The smell of
fertile soil

A new journey
to begin

A ride on the spiral
coil
topsy,tervy,adjoil
again