By Appointment

Plump drops of freedom.

Touching the sacred

found only

in the deepest surrender.


Witnessing a flowing

exquisite river,

a love that feeds.


A web that is my sister,

my son, my friend.

A pulse that floats me

when all effort is gone.


Safety in forgiveness

when Source is remembered

within my blood.


This vessel knows humility.

Aches and angles no longer need name.


weaving into a journey.


Of heart and the gems of continuance

a chalice full of medicine is held

 in these woman hands.

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