Circles
A Blessing...

Sometimes…
Time doesn’t matter.
It bends and curves,
a path revealed,
a step taken
alone
and in the company of others…
Time stretches,
circles emerge,
smooth, rounded stones carefully chosen
where trees bow
and water whispers
and friends and family gather
to witness the place
where opposites meet
where the formless takes form
upon Holy ground
with the passage of intention,
of gift,
and of dance and prayer…
Time records this moment
forever in our hearts
in the double bloom
and in the way that the sunlight
and moonlight
prisms on crystal quartz and the dark coolness
of spirit into matter,
life ever emerging...

Lea Goode-Harris ©
August 31, 2002

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