Sometimes it takes more than one day to visit an idea.  Footprints is one of those.  As yesterday came to an end, I thought of another instance where walking gently matters a great deal.  Now and then, if we are truly blessed, another person will invite us into their personal space.  It is then that we walk silently and with reverence.  I had an experience like that this week, and I share it with you here.  As I struggled for a title, another dear soul came my way — and I knew what to call my poem.  Thank you to both of you for increasing my understanding and for inspiring me.

Heart Song

I stand in silence

Awaiting invitation.

Come in, you say,

And your heart opens wide.

I look down at my feet;

Removing my shoes,

Pull on a pair of snow white socks.

♥

Only then, barely breathing

I walk over the threshold

And, looking around

See your dreams and your pain

Your hopes and your fears

And the light of your soul

Shining bright as the sun in the sky.

♥

Each footstep is gentle,

Precise and unhurried

Come, join me, you say

And you offer a seat

And I sit in the silence

And hear your heart beating

And open the ears of my own loving heart.

♥

As I sit in your center,

And share in the holiness

Tears fill my eyes

Not of sadness, but honor

To be so invited

In trust and in unity

Hearts beat as one and the universe sings.

© Pamela Stead Jones 2010