Beginnings, by Britta Benson

Beginnings

The morning sun rises boldly through cold

doubtful clouds with the fairytale shimmer

of confident curiosity. All will be well in

suspended disbelief. I still rage at the night,

paths lost in passing frights as we connect

and fall freely into new journeys together.

The generous hearts cross over to the light

long before solid thoughts allow themselves

to follow. We’re soul birds now and always.

Tiny, weightless, full and ready to soar.

Britta Benson

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Create your website with WordPress.com
Get started
%d bloggers like this: