Gentleness
I have sat for hours
alone on tall, snowy mountains
and made friends with peace
and her noble family of intangibles.
I have driven out in all directions,
gone on walkabout,
until I found the call, answered it
and rested until called again.
I have walked with laughter in my heart
and was met by miles of smiles.
I have tracked the black bear,
shared the sacred pipe
and have been the leaf in the breeze.
I’ve broken bread with my brothers,
drank wine with my sisters,
held deep communion with the Earth
and the Great One
who fills her with life.
Yet somehow, with the passing of moons,
I have become muddled in this world,
hurried along the caffeinated highways of constant information,
single-minded in my quest for a solid ground
and somewhere lost the gift of gentleness.
But then the path split,
like veins in the hand
fingers pointing towards the sun.
My eyes softened like morning dew
as I gazed upon
my sweet daughter.
