Awe arrives in fragments
The lush green of wild grass
Ochre tones of ancient soil
Mixed a little with sacred turquoise drops
Water, the essence of life.
The thrill of a rainbow, multi-coloured, vibrant
Promising hope at the gilded edge
Heaving gusts urging the sails toward a never land, yet to be explored, yet somehow familiar.
Awe may cure the weary heart
Her hand outstretched with love
Pulsating, beckoning the weighty being
That stands afore her
Alone
Desperate
Hollow
Yearning to sink below where the darkness enfolds the wretched, the dead.
Effortlessly, awe creates a sanctuary where tendrils of vine wrap lovingly around brokenness
I’m here
Holding you
We are one
Absolute.
Awe conveys an image beyond pain and misery
She scatters her vibrant colours as the day begins and closes
As humanity gathers transfixed in her glory, the ease with which she becomes a creator
An endless talent where a circadian rhythm provides a grounding
For all glowing in her wake
She beckons bird call awaking from slumber
She fuels their homage each eve.
Awe has no shape, nor form.
She enters the souls of each
In some personalized way
Carving a route for the weary
The hopeless
The bitter and forlorn.
She is priceless
Fuelled by compassion
Her energy profound, buoyant
Alive and vigorous
Her love unending
A deeply ignited connection that extends beyond the test of time.
Leigh Donovan, 29 August 2024, Corinda, Queensland
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