Invitation

Sometimes as if a gentle breeze
a lambent hand
presses on me:
“Come.”

Sometimes as if a scent of lilies
a quiet song
comes to me:
“Listen.”

There is no piety
in this leaning in me
more than a child’s hunger:
“Yes.”

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

May 7, 2021