Winter’s morning fog embraces the hillside
and my depleted resolve.
Boundary of my solitude – softened;
weary spirit reassured.
Private Eucharist under oak tree canopy:
steam of deep brew - warming incense;
toasted bread - communion with myself;
gentle movement - T'ai Chi meditation.
I am one with Chapel companions
gathering to sing - pray - dance.
© Vicky M. Semones, 2014
Regis
Always,
Deborah
Ron