GAIA - THE MOTHER AWAKENS

 

There is something in the wind today,

As she blows and howls, laughs and whispers,

Sharing her secrets with the tree's and animals

While mischievously playing with my hair,

And bringing a rosy glow to my cheeks.

 

But today her presence feels different.

I pause awhile to tune into her essence,

Then I realise it is not the wind at all,

But the breath of Gaia.

She has woken from her winter sleep,

To breathe new life, that spring may enter.

 

As if to confirm my deepest thoughts

A newborn lamb takes its first breath,

And bleats for the comfort of his mum.

In the hedgerow, not yet in leaf,

I spy a marvel of perfect skill,

The nest of Mr Robin Redbreast,

For it is a miracle that has taken place,

Beyond the skill of mortal man.

 

Wherever Gaia breathes, new life springs forth,

As Crocus and Daffodil brave the cold,

To emerge from their winter beds,

Spreading a blanket of sunshine yellow

As if to say ‘Hello' so glad you have come.

 

As I watch the birds busy with their courting,

I can't help but marvel over the complexity,

And breathtaking beauty of it all.

And how man, in his blind arrogance,

Could possibly think he could improve

Upon Perfection.

One can only wonder at such stupidity?

 

© A. Clarke

 

 

 

 

SPRING

The Mother has awakened

From her deep winter's sleep,

As her life-blood pulsates through her body,

All of nature responds to her loving touch,

In excited anticipation of new life

Taking its first breath.

Tenderly the sun bestows warm kisses

Upon the Mother.

 

A sensuous bonding between the two of them

Ignites the flames of passion for life,

For all who live within, and upon her body.

From the trees in first bud

To the dawn chorus of birds in full song,

The sheer joy of her awakening can be felt all around us.

 

The web of life the Creator weaves,

Is both intricate and sacred,

And the Mother never fails to honour

Her part in this integral web of life,

Never more so can this be felt and seen,

Than at spring time, as she renews her vows

In the warming embrace of the sun.

 

I can't help but feel...

Spring is one huge celebration

Of the sacred union between Sun and Mother Earth,

That both feeds and sustains our web,

So that we may always be connected to the whole

In order that we can survive.

 

It saddens my heart to see that so many have become

Disconnected from the web.

They have removed themselves from fertile ground,

And maybe it is time to remember that...

Wild flowers, once picked, quickly wilt!

© Ali C.

 

ALL PATHS LEAD TO HOME

 

So it matters not from which direction you come

But how you get there,

Whom you meet,

The lesson's learnt,

The tears that are shed,

The joy you spread,

The hearts you have held,

The people you have supported,

The smiles you have gifted,

These are things that matter the most.

 

It matters not the direction you take,

For all paths lead to home,

Mistakes will be made,

Promises broken and hearts forsaken,

Choices abandoned and angry words spoken,

Many will stumble and many will fall,

Many will give up hope in themselves

And sit by the wayside,

And others will test your resolve to breaking point,

Your truths will be questioned, but with an open mind,

The boundaries of your thinking will grow in wisdom

And recognize the beauty in the diversity of all life.

 

It matters not the direction your path is on,

As all paths lead to home,

It matters not on where or how you pray,

In a grand church or by a babbling brook,

On bended knees or with arms raised high,

In a song or within gentle whispers,

It matters not what your belief is

Or by what name you call your Creator,

For we are ALL held equal in the eyes of divinity,

We are all children sent here to learn,

The lessons are many and the directions numerous.

 

The Choices? There are only but Two.

Do you choose your heart to be open?

Allowing your soul to grow in beauty

Reaching ever forward and upward to the Light,

Or do you choose to close your heart?

To become bitter and twisted,

Seeking revenge and retribution in the darkness?

 

You have been given free will,

So the choice is yours.

But please remember,

There are Many, Many, Many paths

That lead to...

HOME.

 

© Ali C

 

 

 THE DAFFODIL

The lady of high regard,

The symbol of respect and goodwill,

Blossoms forth in her mantle of gold,

A profusion of yellow for you to behold.

The colour of hope and new beginnings,

And of wisdom yet to mature.

 

As surely as the sun rises from the east,

Marking the start of a new day,

Does the daffodil arise from

Mother Earth's womb,

A bright messenger of a spring in waiting,

For Gaia is getting ready to birth new life.

 

Like an exuberant child,

The daffodil smiles upon you and I,

Hoping we will notice her special gift,

For she has brought a piece of the sun,

Down to us here on earth,

Bringing us joy and the promise of warmth

To a cold and wet winter's day.

 © A. Clarke

 

ST. VALENTINES DAY

 It is that time of year

When hearts and minds

Turn to love and tender kisses

As couples share stolen moments of bliss

Within the warmth of a loved ones embrace

Surely this is why God gave us arms?

 

Red roses and scarlet bows

Chocolate hearts and a valentine's card,

Gentle hands reach out to one another

With soft caresses that say...

‘I Love You So'

 

So many waiting for cupid's arrow

To reach inside and touch their heart,

For there is no doubt

There can be no greater gift than the gift of Love

To be treasured, nurtured and protected

And always to be given and received with respect.

 

For those who find themselves on their own

Make no mistake! You are not ‘Alone'.

You are loved more than words could ever say,

I know this to be true,

Because I know someone left their home in heaven

To remain just beside ‘You'.

 

© A. Clarke