Intermingle
Gentle soul, He.
How grateful I remain
for the energy
of the love
we share.
A constant, for sure,
though I drifted a bit,
became encumbered
by challenges
that stir disquiet
moored to darkness not mine.
So, he found ways
to remind,
rejuvenate,
rekindle.
Star showers and snow hearts,
eagles on the wing.
Dream visits and wind whispers,
powerful golden light
that illumines
familiar hills, valleys,
robust places
within.
So much intermingles
as I allow and honor,
root and rise,
patiently embrace
this gentle soul, Me.
Sarah Carlson
January 24, 2024
