Whispers and Words

the Beloved has sent me a gift

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The Beloved has sent me a gift
so that I may know love
more fully

sometimes that gift is you,
and sometimes it is a mirror
held up to my eyes asking me
to love myself.

the Beloved has sent me a gift
it is the bird’s song
calling up the dawn

it is the snow of summer,
cotton flakes floating
across an open prairie

it is the smell of sunlight on
unseen hay that finds me
in the shade

it is the cold press of a river’s full bank
upon my barest sole

The Beloved has sent me a gift
and so… I open myself.

~Paige Stewart

 

This poem is in honor of my dear friend Libby who is a gift to me, a mirror, and a dream ladder to divinity. Thank you for all the gifts you bestow and for Magnolia. And a blessing to Rumi for every time his poetry has brought me back to the divine and my heart.

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