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Evolution of Light

I am besotted by Love’s beauty,
The spoken Word in people’s hearts,
The aching beauty of the land,
The imagery of light bent in an arc.

And what is held in these curves of light,
Oh, we are just beginning to perceive;
This earth like the stamen of a scented flower,
Its pollen gently brushed against our sleeve.

What wonders we are near to discover,
More beauty for us to unearth.
We have only skimmed the surface
Of how nature continually gives birth.

I sing to you, Oh Children,
You here when I am gone;
You will know the truth of angels
As Divinity plays an expanded song.

You will feel their tender guidance,
Begin to understand nature’s plan.
These things that seem mysterious to us,
You will hold in the palm of your hand.

You, too, will have your mysteries,
Brought on by vistas we know not now;
Each contributing to this expansive plan,
God has made this Her solemn vow.

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I bring Light to all My mysteries,
Show All there is to see.
Oh You of Choice, of Consciousness,
Such sweet fruit, ripe upon the tree.

Barbara Atkinson
December 1997

Changes

Subtle changes can be so slight
mimicking the glowing moon
from one night to the next
it’s deft circumference
slowly giving way
yet seemingly the same
As I softly stretch myself
treading on expanded horizons
often failing to recognize transformation
as Light continually fills in the whole of me.

Barbara Elizabeth Atkinson
1998

The Sensual Nature of Trees

A gentle rustling breeze
Breathing in my ear,
Singing an aroma,
A sensuousness I can hear.

The tenderest of lovers
Caressing with their leaves;
The rites of Spring’s flirtations
Gently tugging at my sleeve.

Long and stretched to greet them,
My body as a loom,
Trees weave their mysteries round me
In nature’s undulating womb.

Barbara Elizabeth Atkinson

Pop Quiz

Riddle of Life
Key to the game
Answers to questions
Always the same.

Barbara Elizabeth Atkinson

Waiting

Stymied without Thy inspiration,
Stopped cold in my tracks.
Reminded of surrender,
I wait, holding nothing back.

Barbara Atkinson
November 1997