We find our Core in solitaire, etched beyond our petals bare.
Arising behind all nightly dares; still and unshaken by worldly cares.
As we approach this fragrant seed’s mystery door
We become emptied of all but the Lord’s sweet downpour.
©2012 Linda Willows
“May your day return you to sweet reminders of your Core, forever living in the Lord’s sweet downpour”.
(photo gratitude: Radu Carp)