Knowing

…I dreamt I saw you in the water,

And met you in the wood,

Maybe it wasn’t a dream?

Tasting your breath in the salty air,

Your timeless touch,

Carried by the wind,

Tossing my hair.

Crossing the threshold of fantasy…

Close enough to brush away the tears

From my eyes. I dance in

Your sun and let

Your river run through me.

Hands, heart, eyes raised in awe-filled wonder,

Swept up by Your grace.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

Author: GILDASPOEMS

Poems that feed the soul

10 thoughts on “Knowing”

  1. A nice view and take on our relationship with creation Gilda. Your poem provided a meditative break in a week when the world seems to be imploding on itself πŸ™‚

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