1. There is no point in trying
There is no point in not trying
caught somewhere between
middle and last
in ancient times
my mind wandered
among the forests and fields,
cold streams lined with mossy banks
emerald green and glowing
bathed in twilight's reds and oranges
the mysteries fell like stars
all glittering, silent and distant
icy remembrances of half-forgotten cocoons
a winter's hibernation
lying in a pool open
to the world
we call each other in
searching among the folds
for hands to hold
warm, soft and gentle
gathering around the fire
listening, laughing, singing
wandering in and out of one another's
enveloping auras
love runs deep and long
wide and high
bathing all who come here
touching the hidden places of our souls
invitations extended to all
we come like children
caught in our mothers loving arms
the God place I call it
home
by matt roeser
2/3/2010
