The winter winds lay harsh upon my shoulders
I am shielded with a protective strength
Reminding me of something, perhaps, someone-
of long ago.
Who is equal to question our place in time
The dye has been cast in spite of us
Now entwining in rivulets of blue-green crystalline waters-
Clearing away, what no longer needs to be.
We move through the day with a new-found certainty
Awash with the sunlight of clarity
When night falls, the Candlelight dances-
With Quiet cadence of Soulful embrace.
What is equal to question our place in time
The dye is cast from an age-olde knowing
Forged by days, scrubbed bare by Prairie winds-
Teaching us the Truth of belonging.
We smile, understanding the depth of our meaning
Standing Together; anticipating the cusp of Sacred Mystery
A Circle of intimacy enfolds us-
As we lay claim to Relationship.
When will our place in time be written
A place that is borne of Leaving and Arrival
Where the leaving of olde griefs, now too heavy to carry-
The arrival, a new place; anchored by Sun and Moon.
A place where time is not measured in Chronos
Long-defined by the age-olde ticking of the clock
Instead, Kairos determines our mutual joining-
A Touchstone nurturing Reciprocity and Truth.
So now, my Love; How will we answer
Will it be with Grace and longing, perhaps commitment
Embracing that which Life has gifted us-
The Why of it;
measured in indeterminate Time.
~Alicia O'Hara
~ Copyrighted Material ;19 January, 2014
24 January, 2018
~Beannaichte'
We move through the day with a new-found certainty
Awash with the sunlight of clarity
When night falls, the Candlelight dances-
With Quiet cadence of Soulful embrace.
What is equal to question our place in time
The dye is cast from an age-olde knowing
Forged by days, scrubbed bare by Prairie winds-
Teaching us the Truth of belonging.
We smile, understanding the depth of our meaning
Standing Together; anticipating the cusp of Sacred Mystery
A Circle of intimacy enfolds us-
As we lay claim to Relationship.
When will our place in time be written
A place that is borne of Leaving and Arrival
Where the leaving of olde griefs, now too heavy to carry-
The arrival, a new place; anchored by Sun and Moon.
A place where time is not measured in Chronos
Long-defined by the age-olde ticking of the clock
Instead, Kairos determines our mutual joining-
A Touchstone nurturing Reciprocity and Truth.
So now, my Love; How will we answer
Will it be with Grace and longing, perhaps commitment
Embracing that which Life has gifted us-
The Why of it;
measured in indeterminate Time.
~Alicia O'Hara
~ Copyrighted Material ;19 January, 2014
24 January, 2018
~Beannaichte'
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