A Presence of Mine
CXI.
Recapture it -
The way you felt
When you were
Twelve,
Walking in the rain,
Deeply touched and free,
Knowing who you really are.
Then explain
It all away ~
If you still can.
____© Nellieanna H. Hay
There are some
Who mean so much,
Who - even passing -
Cast longer shadows;
Who, having passed,
Leave larger, gaping,
Vacant spaces -
Indelible traces
Upon each passing life
They’ve touched.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
I tend to disbelieve
That I’m unique
Among my fellow-man,
That troubles troubling me
Trouble me alone,
That nostalgia
For a gentler way
Is mine ~
Exclusively!
So here I am,
To seek,
Perchance to find
~ To be.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Perfect,
Silent
Rapport
Speaks softly,
Silently,
Drowning out
Raucous distracters.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Love sits lightly
On my shoulder,
The butterfly
Who flits always near
The sweetest flower
While making life
Appear.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
I know my part,
Myself -
And live it.
Wholeness gives
Its sustenance.
Of life I am a part,
A tiny part,
But living.
_____© Nellieanna H. Hay
