Inside my heart, this sacred place
Where freely mingle truth and grace
Where friends and enemies alike
Are viewed as equals for love’s sake
Inhabited by deeper self
In touch with all that in me dwells
I leave my failures gladly here
I will not live in morbid fear
I don’t insult the force divine
By pride in any good that’s mine
For willpower cannot birth virtue
But can attend to the eye’s view
By trusting in the vast unknown
We turn attention from the known.
Our eyes relax and gaze without
To bring proportion to our doubts
Trust, itself. will widen gaze
And enable us to find our ways.
With terror, fear or loss of pride
Constriction comes to human eyes.
Perception is the highest good
By what we see, we choose our road.
The blind rush like the swine to hell
In patient, watchfulness let’s dwell.

I find kneading dough helps me to think!:)
I haven’t found in the blogosphere, as good a poet as thee. It’s been a while. Time as reminded me today.
Well, that is very kind of you.Thank you so much.I will continue in my work strengthened by your words.Such a good way to end my day.Thanks againn.
You are very welcome. I haven’t visited your site in quite a while but I remember how well you wrote.
Yes, we don’t always have time to visit all the blogs we want to.I have been making bread and I feel quite tired but satisfied as it is an ancient human task …. it was a a hot day but we women must follow our instincts!!
Bless you, dear. And amen to that. Wish I could have some but if I remember correctly, we’re oceans apart. Soggy bread is not my choice.