Sunday, February 24, 2013

The call to return

There is, in the midst of gray,
a memory of color,
and in the silence of the fog,
the memory of a song.
If you close your eyes
in a dark room
you'll see the memory of light.

however far away we stray
from center
there is still the scent of home,
a sweetness beckoning,
an invitation,
that calls us back
into One.

1 comment:

Sherri B. said...

This is so beautiful...both words and image!