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.
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