Stone Songs

Whisper

When I was a small child

I listened quietly, insistently, incessantly for an answer

“who am I, what is this Being I am?”

Whispers on gentle warm winds

through my naptime windows

“You are mine.  We are all.

It is enough and it is good.”

And from this I expanded,

I am sacred and powerful.

I am the dust and the breath and the soul of God.

There is a purpose that I shall live.

I only have to dare to live it fully,

but always inseparable from the Holy.

Now within the center of my Being,

I whisper, gently,

Listening in stillness

“what is the nature of my Being?  what are the gifts and seeds I bring to plant?”

Answers swell up from without and within

called from the deep and expansive places my Being dwells

“You are Peace and Compassion.  You bring seeds of Faith and Courage and Love.

You grow these seeds with listening, laughter, creativity, gratitude and joy. 

Those who come near are touched by the quiet strength of your journey.”

When I am still, and I find each breath

I feel my self soaring with the freedom of being home.

And when I am dancing, I glimpse the reflection of my innermost Being:

sparkling eyes of joy.

Jennifer Cedar 10/9/09