I’m in the garden waiting for Brigit
As fall comes on.
She arrives, sighs from bending over,
and smiles at the harvest sparkling up at her.
Wind drives itself through her –
through her heart –
pain, at first,
The long, long letting go…
-Mary Elyn Bahlert, Connemara, August 31, 2017
Published by Mary Elyn Bahlert
I am a spiritual seeker, a seeker who has "taken a drink from many cups." I love to accompany others on the deeper journey to witness to their True Self. Now a writer, photographer and poet, I have retired from full-time ministry as a pastor in downtown Oakland, CA.
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