In The Soft Silence. . . . .My Heart

Kay Elaine Ekwall

Mother earth opens her arms to me….

warm is her embrace,

“You’ve returned, my child”

and I cry tears of gladness.


I enter her womb, her icy streams…

which cleanse my dusty feet….my soul.


My salty tears mingle

with the life forces rushing to the sea

from out of her depths.


She decorates my body

with unearthly music of pines,

whispering, sparkling lights…

…flickering through the trees,

I am covered with diamonds and rubies

reflecting their glory.


The emerald velvet on her branches

heals my spirit…my open wounds,

I am no longer bleeding.


In the soft silence……my heartbeat

throbs with the sounds of water…

rushing as it nurtures all life,

….as I do, too.


I give silent thanks for all those before me..

who have fought valiantly

to keep her forests standing,

the paths, saving her pristine meadows,

the valley……so fragile.


Vibrant carpets of flowers greet me…

Indian Paint Brush, Lupine,

Buttercups and Mountain Heather,

they delight my heart as I take inner

pictures, imprinted forever.


Wistfully…..not wanting to ever leave

this tranquility, I do…


Calmly putting my life in order,

priorities in proper places.


My voyage into the mother, as always…

bringing me home.


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