The Promise

The Promise A promise wakes your mornings Following you in whispers, Walking in your footsteps, Murmuring in the soft bleating Of birthing ewes As close to you as the breath You take in and out Sustaining life – A life you yearn to extend In a line longer Than a string of stars Created by your creator’s hand. And, even in the stillness Of newborn moonlight, When the promise spills out of you In ribbons of scarlet saturating the ground With an earthy musk, It stands before you, Beckons you to leave your sighs In the alabaster light – Left as one month – one year – Folds into the seasons When lambing, shearing, spinning and weaving Become as one day passing – An unbroken thread Defined by the promise Until, one day, touched by the divine whimsy The absurd begins to grow Deep within that place in you That stopped believing Until you too must look past The cycle of the moon with joy and expectation Dancing together in every heartbeat And every new breath – The promise smiles, then laughs, As waters burst to bless the barren Flowing on the arid ground Where scarlet ribbons once turned the earth Bright crimson; Your barren arms, now filled with blessings, Reach out to cradle The promise thriving with an invitation To look beyond this family Into the days and hours approaching – An unbroken heartbeat – A whirlwind rising Pulling up your new, now ancient family tribe, To mirror in their eyes Your covenant Yearning to become one heartbeat Pulsing throughout days, weeks and decades Called back into the fertile birthing place Where the One, the Word, resides forever.