©Beth Kennedy 2021

sweeping the room sweet fragrant delight

ever present, yet I did not see

open windows

warm breezes

could be daphne on warm northern winds…

matters not fragrant source

invitation is noted

time

stands

still

journal and pen gathered quickly from desk, to return to the moment so tender

breathe

pause

noisy miners’ incessant warnings, shrill and rhythmic to all who dare enter territory deemed theirs by tribal elders

yet beyond, gentle whispers other music to be heard…

lean in

amidst and beyond even this

gentler still

Creation’s Euphony

rumbling relentless accompaniment of busyness, carriages moving through lives lived around

a city waits

sighs

emptied vessels return to their place, shattering Moment’s respite

creation’s cacophony

sweet fragrance invites still into stillness…

timeless

eternal

without limit

hint of beauty beyond heart’s fingertip reach…

Fragrance lingers

Abide…

if alone I remain, daring not step further through destiny’s door, for open doors are yet meaningless… without You

rather dwell, simple pleasures through Joy’s cherished time

follow

lead

walk through

dine

rest

taste to see

run into the stillness for without I dare not

rather stay still,

with You,

outside time