Four and twenty years

The flower in the room

Lain closed

Was no more than dim statue

Vase without rose

Color without sight

Shape losing distinction

And those who sought its open

Knew not the riddle

And so the light that came

Was always mute

Hesitant on ringing cusp

So close to elucidate, yet

What we know .. can simply be words

Spoken without access

As skater will skim surface

Unbeknownst of depth

So our hearts may idle dormant

Through many turning seasons

Held in abayance as treasure is horded

Lost over time to silentio

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Do not put off finding your source

Though deep it runs beneath the world

Gathering sediment, silt and clay

What shape will we form, when lifted out?

Held to inspection, as writhing newborn

The metal in our veins fastening

This soul of salt

This fusion of minerals

Cast against unwanted chessboard

Where all demand…

“Your smile heals,
Your presence comforts,
Your heart soothes.

Never underestimate the power
Of being you!
YES!….”

~ Steffany Barton

Text & image credit: Angel’s Insight https://web.facebook.com/SteffanyBartonRN/