a poem in my pocket

Linking to dVerse Poets pub where Amaya hosts tonight…

here can be a holy place

anywhere a sacred space

only need to be aware

heaven isn’t way up there

thinner threads within the veil

may allow a visage through

listen quiet to the pale

heart and hope again renew

gathered for a funeral or

as mist the woodland fills

in a mood ephemeral

when attentiveness distills

subtle warmth of offered tea

or soft-scented flower bud

sound of bird in linden tree

opens inner space to God