Phases of a cycle,
they pull us through
as a gentle and
magnetic
force,
listen closely to the whisper
of the original,
and the effortless grace,
of God’s
guidance
a hint towards growth,
though fear in its time
almost invisible,
a welcoming in of subtlety
a growth so sure,
that it is invisible
over time
glimpse this truth,
some forgotten base
a home,
you’ve lost touch
with
By IrieSide
