The Sweetest Presence

Rain washes the trees in my garden. 

They sway and bow gracefully.

Grey winds and mists of moisture wrap 

Around my house like cashmere blankets. 

My heart, like the trees,

Is full of gratitude for this life.

 

I have visited the holy temple within 

And discovered darkness, light and Sweet sounds.

I have moved the bones and flesh of 

This body into difficult shapes and 

Breathed deeply into fountains of 

Dramatic sensations.

 

Now, I make note of what I believe. 

Perhaps, later, when I read this 

Poem over a cup of tea or a glass of 

Wine, my heart will open again in 

Remembrance of times spent in 

Communion with the rain,

The trees, my body, a million thoughts 

And the sweetest presence surrounding 

All of them, all of us, everywhere, always.

 

Some days, everything makes sense without struggle.

Some days we have to remember that it once did and will again

 

Robert K. Hall

From Out Of Nowhere