Signs of Life

Give me such signs of life,
that I am rocked and swayed,
by gentle bewilderment.

I am astonished by this,
these ways… we are reminded,
that life is still precious,
as long as the merest spark

remains.

A speck.
A sparkle.

A golden-glisten
‘midst jagged points
on the craggy visage
of silent stones,

listening,

playing coy
to small details,
like, here, within,
a golden vein
is hidden.

Such awesome force,
crushing, unbidden,
bundles me in blackest
shrouds, I am diminishing
into the hidden vein,
coyly dismissed,
by the mother
that made me.

I am astonished by this.

I am coming home,
mother, to a place
that I’ve never lived,
behind locked palisades,
sits silent –

a garden of stone,
of golden gifts.

In these hidden veins
my heart beats its roar
and in that potential
I am molten and I flow.

Home. Hidden. Gold.

I will be the stone no more.

©️ CG Tenpenny, 2024.

Let’s start this new year off with hope.