In wholeness
we meet eye to eye, not retreating from growth,
nor from the monsters who poke their fins above the surface, warning
when you, thou, get too close
in this shocking flow of eye to eye
an anchor, a harbour
a trickle of wholeness
whose price is devotion, dedication
willing to stand in Mystery, Love
and open to the flood.
In wholeness
surrounded by taunting ghosts of loves lost
re-leafing
be rooted in heart, in hope
let water flow from earth to sky
sun from sky to nourish earth
faith holding you, rooted, in the wind
(c) Sophia Kelly 2018