POEM

Eildon Pondage January 2006

Here, where my breathing is the sound of Life's whisper ...

I hear the Voice of my Heart's prayer ...
I know the Reality of my truest Yearnings ...
The Longings that no one else could understand ...
Are clear to me here.

And I want to linger ... hold on to this fragile Treasure ...
Lest my senses have stolen from them an instant of Aliveness ...
And my breath be lost in the clamour of the world's noise.

Please, Life ... grant me this Place ...
for my Soul's eternal dwelling.

John-Michael
31st January 2009