Secret
heart
Hidden hills that flank
The hawk’s sharp flight
Fly clear
Above the rocky path
No other road to freedom
Ask the
bobcat as he stalks his prey.
The proud stallion as he sniffs the wind
The wild turkey flushed from cover
Can you
hear it?
Below these rocks, the wilderness
Rumbles.
Tumbling unseen from peaks that
Slash the sky.
Dripping, splashing, roaring
Unbidden, untouched, unaware
But not unknown.
Bend here
and taste
The cool creek’s water
Here.
Where it first touches air
And sun
And fire.
Know peace.
Across this
last dark ridge
As it touches the damson sky
Lies sweet welcome.
Today, or
was it yesterday?
You felt joy
And even perhaps,
Yes, perhaps,
Forgiveness.
Loping home
The silence of the pines
Hidden Creek
Goodbye
*****End*****
©Copyright Marybeth Lambe, 1999
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