In perfect stillness of after-rain
the forest silently restores itself.
And I, sitting
amidst the peace of moss and stone
thirstily drink the certainty of all I sense.
The calm
making light of
the heaviness I carried here
nurtures
eases
envelopes me
matching tone for tone
the quiet of my inner being
until I am one with
all that surrounds me
each leaf
each tree
each mat of moss
the earth
and I
become one
renewed in unison.
Marcella Ries
from the book, I’ll See You Through
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