silent here
as essence gathers
dew upon the grass
willows weep
the pines asleep
as morning stirs at last

to sit a while
in waiting
lest I pray
the hours slow
were nights my only want
in letting go

dreamless now
the faultless fall
of day
upon my skin
as berry bright
the sun
peeks through
again

fearful
of forgiveness
to love with all my might
barefeet warm
against the board –
in reverence
for the light

Author’s Note: I’ve struggled for days
to find the right title for this
post.  I’m hopeful this translates
well – the ease
of allowance.

. . .