Inspirational Writings

Sarah

A promise wakes your mornings
following you in whispers,
walking in your footsteps,
murmuring in the soft bleating
of birthing ewes
as close to you as the breath
you take in and out
sustaining your life
which you yearn to extend
in a line longer
than a string of stars
created by your creator's hand.

And, even in the stillness
of the newborn moon
when the promise spills out of you
in ribbons of scarlet saturating the ground
with its earthly musk,
it stands before you,
beckoning you leave your sighs
in the alabaster light,
left as one month - one year -
folds into another
in the seasons of lambing, shearing spinning and weaving
become as one day passing -
an unbroken woolen thread
defined by a promise.

Until one day, touched by the divine whimsy,
the absurd begins to grow
deep within that place in you
which stopped believing
until you too must look past
the coming of the new moon with joy and expectation
dancing together in every heartbeat
and every new breath -
the promise laughs, then smiles,
as waters burst to flow upon the arid ground
where scarlet ribbons once turned the earth
bright crimson to bless the barren.

Barren arms blest
reach out enfolding
the growing prophecy
and look beyond this new made family
into the days and hours to come -
an unbroken heartbeat -
a whirlwind rising
pulling this new now ancient family
to mirror in their eyes
the covenant -
the yearning to become as one heartbeat
pulsing through time
called back into the fertile birthing place
where the One, the Lamb, resides forever.