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