Photo of my soul’s timeless spiritual home in Provence. It holds my joy in ways I can’t name. Poem written to mark closing of a writing studio. Before the new one began…
Until we meet again
Until we meet again,
I will
revel in
all the good that we made
and the good
that made us.
The voices who came
and the ones
unnamed in the quiet.
Maybe I will sing
the unsung songs we heard
listening together
feeling whales,
breathing fire
being,
becoming,
belonging
and bathing
in surprising generosity
of Love
Until we meet again,
I will remember the horror of the pleasure of being received,
yet
I may forget to remember
that we were once
strangers
for
my feet met ground
when
I felt you standing around me,
willingly,
winged and tall
guarding the door,
in your beauty and splendour
marking the abyss
where I feared I might fall
how your voice
spoke my words
seeding a fallow silence
Until we meet again,
I will grow on my own
where I am now rooted,
and beyond
trusting you too,
will stretch and yawn,
gleaning the gold from
these in-betweens,
these goings and comings,
of the tethers and thresholds
we freed and crossed
together
All the while the
the cunning hands of God
may softly usher us
back together
again-
we are
shaped by
what we shape
after all.
So, until we meet again
I’ll say, what I say
at the end of good days-
Thank you.
More please.
wanderings + wonderings 