Above cover photo by Robin Reichert
All Poetry by Robin Lynoar Reichert
Images (unless otherwise specified) by Pixabay
Mother Earth wears her heart on her sleeve,
Tiptoes into your room early, wearing a bright smile,
Spreads out a soft carpet of welcome.
A thousand shades of abundance dance in the breeze.
She throws confetti in pinks and whites and yellows.
New life romps in bellies and fields,
And a chorus of song erupts.
Seeds pressed hard by winter, who might otherwise be crushed by rough hands,
Thrust their limbs through rock and soil,
Eager to join in the fun.
Earth pops the cork and rains down celebration.
After She pours your glass, a banner appears across the sky.
Every year She throws a party,
And we merely call it Spring.
The day will come when you can no longer exile yourself to the desert,
Impossible to convince yourself you are not thirsty; that hunger does not scream out from your depths.
That day will burn itself onto your soul, hotter than noon day sun.
The ghosts haunt you.
Passion, Joy, and Happiness,
Stalk you like hungry wolves, howling, wailing beneath a full moon,
Swoop down like vultures to peck at your flesh that is so weary of binding up your heart.
You may not recognize them, see them instead as dreadful beasts.
As darkest night hangs heavy over you,
Your eyes closed tight in fear,
No hiding place is secure enough to conceal you when the West Wind sweeps you up in a swirl of dust and you’re caught flying through the air, inside out.
A great cloud looms over the landscape,
When the rain comes, there is nothing to do but dance.
The torrent of drops pelting your skin prickle, reminding you that you are alive…you matter.
Green grass springs up beneath your feet and spreads out beyond the horizon.
Even the stars conspire to awaken you.
They shine so bright to open your eyes once again.
Look around with new vision.
Realize you stand in an Eden that always waited for you,
With open arms,
Unable to stop smiling.
Angel eyes see every face,
Holding space for Love,
For God's own grace.
Heavenly gateways to the heart
Opening a place to start relating,
Creating Love's work of art.
Celestial portals to the soul,
Shining truths untold.
Deep and bright,
Joy to behold.
Rain falls from angel eyes,
When you know Her you end the war.
When you know Her there’s no defense.
Once you know Her there’s no pretense,
No ruin, no suffering, no lies.
When you find The Presence, She knows no language but Love.
When you discover Her you forget your wants and have The All.
Become a Willow, an ancient current moves you.
Breathe deep the Wind and magic rises from your core.
Sun enlivens, Shadow teaches.
Ride Thunder, Dance the Moon.
Walk beside Doe at midday and you know
The coming Rain carries a rainbow in her sleeve.
You are peace.
Let the sun soften your brittle bones and shine down the light of truth.
Let your tears cleanse away the weight of the world to become part of the life blood, the streams, rivers, and oceans of Mother Earth.
Be soothed by birdsong that ripples across the breeze accented by the ever reliable chirp of crickets.
Feel the wind caress you, sweep you up and carry your prayers to the heavens.
Watch tall sheltering sentinels as they catch and cradle the prayers for a moments’ lullaby.
They wave your sacred whisperings up to Father Sky who takes all concerns of the heart and gently rolls them into the arms of Creation.
A soft breeze whispers through the open window,
Carrying memories of ancestors gone before.
The ones who conversed with trees and communed with birds,
Those who sat on mountains listening for direction,
Ancients who prayed to streams and rocks,
And heard answers rumble in the beat of their drums.
Wherever my steps meet the ground,
Wherever I go,
I sense Father Sky’s gentle kiss upon the Earth.
These two have shared their wisdom with all who listen,
Since before the first notion of love.
Agile deer and lumbering turtle, elephant and ants in a hill,
Grateful flowers and glad starlings and ocean waves in covert instinct,
All follow the sun to a conclusion of stars and gilded moon.
They ask, “Will you wander outdoors with me?
Will you surrender to the music,
And bring your own light to the dance?”