Unfinished
Reconnecting
A beckoning
into exiled spirit.
A promise of enfolding
as reality
disintegrates
into fine tendrils of particles
claimed by porcelain-thin
air.
Fading creases in sodden sand
erase ghosts
pausing
unfinished
in solidarity.
Emerald lights dance
on the cusp
of rolling waves
parting a pathway to grace.
An invitation to become
with all that is
the face you had
before you were born
in the unbeginning
as the spirit hovers over the deep
and creation explodes from
original blessing,
not original shame.
Shed the weight of all that
dares to smother your
unburied light.
The glaucous distance
holds a quiet recognition
reserved for a child
of the divine.
Life distilled
into three words
you are beloved.
As my time of Cornish untethering nears its end, I retraced my steps last night at the sea’s edge, knowing the person who returns is not the person who stumbled towards the shore that first night.
I pray we all know we are beloved, that I can continue to know these words at a cellular level as I have known them here. And that we can all trust our own unique beckoning of spirit, knowing there is nothing to fear, and everything to gain.
Such a beautiful poem and reflection, Kate. I've missed you're writing. I love the word beloved. I absolutely agree, it is life distilled. A state of being in this life, not always easy to embrace or claim. We can learn this from nature, our beloved guide. 🌿💚🌿
This reminds me of the beginning of Ephesians, 1 v 4 'Even as He chose us in Christ before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and blameless in His sight, even above approach, before Him in love'.
It's a beautiful poem 🤍.