Rising by Joni

From smoldering ashes

and rising smoke,

from burnt roots and scorched earth...


I crawled...climbed...and fell.

Then I remembered...




I can rise to my mountaintop in the mist,

my sanctuary of the soul.



I can feel the earth kiss my feet, and

the sky wrap its expansive arms

around my whole being...


As the fog rolls away,

the rising sun is revealed...


and I SEE.


I see rays of hope and love

stretching ... reaching through

clouds of doubt and fear...


Feeling light and warmth

upon my face, and

in my heart...


I settle into a wisp of wind

and allow myself to be carried



where I can sing into the radiance of

my soul...


and be heard.

Joni SturgillComment