Wait for Me (A Poem by My Self)

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Wait for me as I hover over a land of gracious beauty and delve into
  the waters of God
wait while I kneel on glass bleeding not feeling pain just grateful for being alive
wait yet longer while my heart pounds thankful for being in my chest
love me from a distance as I become my Self
hold my image in your heart and pray I will come
wait as I yield to the triumph of God –
blistering beauty of sunset
tranquil slate-smooth lake where we once met
hold the thought of me
let me be who I am becoming
wait while I feel every emotion and be all I can be
see me in light bright as bird wings flapping fast on a winter’s day
hold onto something
not me
let me go
let me be me


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Window opens onto glacier's blinding purity
purer than my own heart yet melting just the same
I fall into the melted freeze as it roars downwards into that smooth grey lake
  where we met
wait for me there
let your heart slow to the bird's wing as it alights the branch
see yourself above it
floating in ether
shimmering vapour
hold the vapour
that is me

Ode To A Fig Tree

Weeping fig's branches hang languidly

over the roof of my verandah

I stand, quieted by her beauty, and,

in the silence, I hear –

the sound of chewing...

Within this hidden sanctity
I search for the source, and find –
a caterpillar
devouring a leaf

My heart swells!
I am one with the caterpillar...
I am one with the tree...

In this moment of glorious communion
I close my eyes
and know...

God is me
God is the caterpillar
God is the tree

And God is the sound of chewing,
and the glorious silence...

All at once.

(Cindy Lee - edited 20 Aug 2021)