A Soft Day.
Looking down into a forest on a soft wet day.
The drizzle and mist hung like a magical display
Mysterious and mystical, a world shrouded in grey
A shaft of sunlight, a solitary golden ray.
Slowly, I took a walk through the trees and rolling mist
My feet barely touching, where sunlight had kissed
A muted silence, broken by an occasional bird call
It was as if the outside world didn’t exist at all
I was alone and at one with the Spirit of the Forest
As I seek a place to stop and rest
A Soul, just drifting along,
As if searching for a long forgotten song
In merging of shadows and light
In a search for all that is good and right
Real or imagined. Both Illusion and Reality
Such peace and tranquillity in this Sacred Sanctuary
Through a thin veil of shimmering light, I had been lead
Between two worlds I carefully tread
The Earth beneath my feet was firm yet soft and yielding
From her very core, I could feel Mother Earth’s heart beating
Through bark and bough and raindrops weeping
I could hear the faintest whisper of water seeping
From leaves overhead, every twig and branch
Like a baptismal ritual of welcome and acceptance
Just then a sudden breeze, playfully ruffles my hair
Carrying sweet and mysterious scents from both far and near
Of strange and exotic places
Of forgotten and half familiar faces
Invoking memories of long forgotten dreams
Weaving patterns of tantalising scenes
From deepest memories to my darkest dreams.
Another reality. Or so it seems
Of dreams that never were, or were never mine
Reaching for the soft and radiant light, so fine
A mere shadow of the Fire inside.
Where Divinity and Spirit reside
I was One with Creation for Eternity
All that is, ever was and ever will be.
A sense that I had found my true path along the way
And that I had found my way home..on a soft day.
C. Denis Murphy 24 November 2021.