You are never never in any land
where you cannot reach my hand
never never in any space
where you are not in my embrace.

I fly between the windmill’s blades
in the rainbow and in the shades
in every corner of your anxious room
and in your desperate doom.

You and I have walked together
when you knew not whether
you would make it through the day
and you took mind and body faraway.

But I was in your every hair and breath
and will be through your time and your death
Your heart is full of mine
fermenting a burgundy wine.

So when you think you’ve crossed
to the desert and are totally lost...
Stop. Fill your lungs with air.
And find me always and ever there.

08/08/2011

Author's Note: I was reading my cousin Gary's Health Update blog in which he quoted his friend Jacquelyne about fears and what to do with them. And the other night I was feeling a lot fear and anxiety about my memory lapses of late. When I woke up the next morning I went back to the garden room where I journal and meditate and I did both of those. I had a great peace and feeling of union with God and from that experience came this poem. Although it is very personal, my wife and a friend of mine urged me to share it because it might help others. So here it is.

Posted on 08/08/2011
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