On a Saturday we may sink grateful into slumber, savour a siesta, shop, or see a movie, seek a sport to pursue, or pass a moment or two in reflection.
It can be a pause in pursuing and an opportunity for Simply Being, a giving over to Sabbath.
Today’s #poetryforthesoul offering is suitably small and minimal as energy is low and rest becomes essential.
Not much to tax the eyes or brain.
Nothing deep or heavy.
Empty womb-coiled shell ~ a snail trail leaking afresh ~ flowing like my tears
Blustery autumn ~ wind tears at the dew-sodden ~ velvet green-laked grass
As bulbs lie dormant ~ we sit low in dark places ~ with expectancy
Sorrow stirs the
of poetic flame
recesses of your
curling with gentle
upon your sighs
where deepest pain
a tender fellow of
your deepest powers
your deepest love
in darkest hours