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.

I can rise to my mountaintop in the mist,

my sanctuary of the soul.

There...

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

home,

where I can sing into the radiance of

my soul...

and be heard.