It is Well

You breathe

and

the mountain

in my path

retreats;

Insignificant on the horizon

Standing now on

a sea of golden green,

waves shimmering in the sun.

The earth thrums beneath my feet

Sweet scented breezes whisper

Your lovesong

In my ear.

Grasshopper hum joins

The harmonic of the grasses

Killdeer song, eagle cry

My heart is overfull

It is well, all is well,

All is well

The morning of my birthday, as I was praying, I asked to be shown something of what the coming year might hold. At first what I saw was a mountain, but in the blink of an eye it retreated, became small & distant on the horizon and what spread before me was a floodplain, a sea of tall golden grass. It is difficult to describe, as what I saw was more a feeling than a sight, but I stood alone on this plain, but I felt like I had come home. I felt safe, at peace, joyful, content....and for as small as I was in that expanse, I felt powerful. I knew it was going to be a very good year.