I am not a poet. And…every once in a while a poem descends into my consciousness. It started just in the last few months. I never know when it will happen. It just happens. I see something, observe something and then this arrangement of words forms in my mind.
I like that it feels this way. Like some-greater-something is making itself known to me. Is it my soul or God or Love Itself? I am not sure. I like that, too.
It happened on my way to Soul Center on Sunday morning. The whole idea was complete by the time I arrived after a short fifteen minute drive. I set down all that I was carrying, took out my little notebook and wrote the poem. I guess it’s a poem. It’s what it feels like to me. Here it is.
The sky was light powder blue.
I paused to take in the vast expanse.
Looking straight up, I felt dizzy
Disoriented, lost even.
There was nothing but wide open blue.
I thought I might fall.
Finally, the edge of white, a faint streak.
Thank goodness!
Isn’t that the way it is sometimes?
I just need a little something
To get my bearings
In this big, beautiful world.
It’s amazing to me, how much wisdom there is in things I see everyday.
Grateful
Paula
