Hold and enfold me…in your great inner silence

I have often sought a corner
in the soft silence
of empty churches
and the quiet halls
of a monastery

I have felt the consoling
energy of a friend who cares
who will just sit with me a while

and I have walked the cemeteries
where all talk has ended

but the place I love to go
to feel the moving stream
the quiet dream of flow
is the river
always there… always aware
mirroring the sky

ripples of light
touching…touching..its shores
guiding it to the sea
whispering to me

My breath comes easier
and I feel a oneness
with the rivers of the world

and when your heart is open
I can drift
into your beauty
decorating the riverside
along the way
with glimpses of your soul