God-Sky

I lay in my bed

On the bridge to awakening,

Shades drawn tight

To block the light,

Restless.

I tossed, trying not

To move forward,

But God-Sky was

Calling me

Out of the night.

*

I ran for the door

Stepping into the dew-grass

Spirit, inquisitive,

Walking on air,

Planted

My roots in the

Heart of the Mother,

Lifted my

Eyes to the

Beckoning Light

*

I stood in the presence

Of  God-Sky at morning

Heart open wide

Filled with joy and delight

Transfigured

And still; trying not

To disrupt it,

For God-Sky was

Lifting me

Into the Light

*

I stood on the bridge

In timeless connection.

Turning my back,

Saw my shadow stretch forward,

Beckoning

Urging my feet

To keep walking

As, Backlit by

God-Sky

I went on my way.

©Pamela Stead Jones 2010