Rivers of light
Shine forth,
Wandering through time and space
Without end or length,
Multiplied only by the crocheting of days.

Into the heart floods the
Melody of time and space
Without measure of instrument
Or beat of drum.

See me not as one who is alone.
I come in multitudes
Of strength.
I find it not
In length of day
Or movement of tongue,
But in inner peace
And warmth.

^©1993 Sharon Terry

Hallowed ground
Changing
  upturned
      carrying on
         nourished
            a heavenly harbinger

Tomorrow's roots
Very new
   the turning point
      give of life
          of sight
            felt but not seen

invited home to
   silent wandering
      after a cataclysm

a tidal force
   of rhythm of
      children of
          the ancient sage

The risky way

^©2001 Sharon Terry