Alone At Last

Alone but for the real.

Alone at last

Heavens screen projects passing crimson blush. Last light of day tie dyes the heavens.

My earthly seat has become sacred. These eyes absorb design’s finesse.

Crystal dome spreads itself an expanse of stained glass glory.

Earth heart beats in rhythm with mine. Pond nearby is marsh frog choir in low refrain.

Mallards begin unique chorus known only to them then silence. I wait for more.

Ducks rise catching the wind.

Nature’s glory catches a whistling in their wings.

 

I’ve been lonely for this solitude this water to my barren soul.

 Did I know I was thirsty?

Inner need of strength as peace drenches my being.

One more whistle of presence signals itself through the air.

Solitude is my companion as the mystery of the unknown speaks.

I feel the message unspoken by human words.

This soul the sacred space, the gift.

Author's Note

The mystery of the world within connecting with the reality of the world without.

Reviews

[mou]

Some answers can be found while others just make a way. Kathy, you not only 'feel the message unspoken by human words' but also draw the fine line between 'lonely' and 'alone'. You distinguished words and their deliverance are stunning.
I miss you, Kathy. I hope you're doing well. Please come back soon.
- Love from mou

[Matthew Kult]

Vividly detailed, spiritually arrived.

Great read

With love

Matthew

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Matthew Kult,
What a kind and affirming response. Thank you so much. You have encouraged this simple soul.
Blessings to you,
Kathy

[jacob erin-cilberto]

We always know when our body is thirsty for water...but how does the soul figure out it is thirsty for spiritualism? The soul has to fight for the attention...the heart gets it, the body gets it...

j.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Jacob,
I love your response. It shows the connection between nature somehow and how we feel, how we yearn for what fills our hearts, our souls.
Thanks much!
Kathy