It drifts in from the west
a cloud, dark and churning.
Sitting on a ridge top,
we watch its drunken steps
as it careens toward us.
Do we hunker down?
Do we run for cover?
We stay still
trusting the promise
hidden within its vapor.
From my lips escapes a prayer:
Please protect us, Beloved.
The cloud arrives
biting wind and swirling snow.
The view of the Sandia Mountains,
the Ortiz and all other landmarks
replaced by shifting gray.
Cheeks burning,
wind whistling in my ears,
I hold tight to the frigid rocks
turn my face from the gale.
But suddenly I look
straight at the snowflakes
hurling toward me,
and they sparkle
reflecting a sun I cannot see.
Thousands of shining souls
dance up and down,
rush forward and back,
a whole company of ballerinas
joining and separating
in perfect choreography.
My heart soars with them.
It lifts and twirls like a dervish
in the radiant effervescence of love.
The wind calms.
The tail end of the cloud
blows past.
A few sparkles
kick up their heels
in an encore
and then disappear,
leaving my heart full
open to any and all
experience that may come.
Forever and always, a loving thank you for your wonderful words; somehow, magically, they are just what I need to hear in the moment.
Thank you, Stephani. They are always perfect for me as well, when the Beloved sends them through.
How wonderful the way you brought us all, each reader, inside this highly spiritual experience with you, Lesley. We are so blessed to have your beautiful photos and poems to inspire us on the journey. I thank you deeply.
Thank you, Monica. And I so appreciate the way your poems and experiences inspire me!
I love the fearlessness in this Lesley, how you catch and see the dancing beauty of the snowflakes despite the harshness of the storm….it’s enlivening and inspiring. Thank you!
Thank you, Chloe. That’s truly the Beloved at work in creating that lovely state of openness to life’s storms. The more I come to know that all is love, the more the calm infuses every storm.
Oh such a graced dance! I felt this one this morning in a vivid recognition of the razor’s edge – that knowing it can go either way. Yet holding steadfast in Trust allowing for true joy and gratitude:)
Lesley, this poem was especially beautiful and meaningful to me. Thank you so much for being such a wonderful reflection of the Master’s love and beauty.