A Volunteer Awakened

The wind whispers silently, no rustling of leaves,
All branches bare, winding ever skyward -
I hear the silence of the breeze, it beckons,
A wave of energy guiding my pulse,
Each step forward blind but certain,
Each star a guidepost glowing gently galaxies away .
 

I am anchored here, a torch in the darkness,
Drawing down the brilliance of the Heavens -
A volunteer awakened, I embrace my oneness with
The green of the grass, the rush of the waves to shore,
The delicate whispers of the wind, the vibration of the crystals,
I am awake, alive, aligned,
 
At peace in my new ancient home.
 
Dena L Moore
November 27, 2021