earthling

She sought a channel for her love this year. Where to lay her happiness. In what color, what song. The trees they offered their leaves to glorify the ease in which the wind flows. The sand and stone combined to receive her tears, to cleanse them, breathe them and return them as rain. The waters from the falls spoke of moving faster as time was nearing. The fires springing from her belly consumed higher and earth stopped and paused.

Earth reflected back what she saw. Listened to wind for its wisdom, the songs of Joy captured the sweetness of breath, the prisms of prayer eluded, not staying for a whisper. Colors of green and brown and blue were presented and accepted. Red, orange and yellow were far even though the fires raged. The fires were old and musty, not serving passion or safety. Fires of old were smoldering gray billows now. Purpose of divinity craved yet blocked. Earth slowed for a minute and in that stopping, Spirit entered, a spiral creating a channel and through this love did flow.