Poem – Swiftly
November 2, 2024Insight – Touched
November 3, 2024Rested upon the atmosphere.
Within my mind, lifted . . .
Rain down that fog may go.
Clarity come within eyes.
Seeing into the heights
that babbling may cease beside stony brook
as storms of dark subside.
The sun showers, beading, drying to truth revealing
as to what was hid inside.
Away foul spirits, yielding
no more fright.
I shall not fight,
for the cloud mist is gone.
Now, there’s light to carry on.
The path has opened,
I’m homeward-bound.