A two-fer

this poem was written in 2001, weeks before my 45th birthday...

Forty-fied

I am standing

between spiritual verses,

images of my journey unfold before my mind's eye,

this road, so many years long,

feels like only a moment has passed between

then and now

my former selves unite with me at once

as I look back

and I see surreal scenes in three dimensions

of who I was

and the many I pretended to be

I can feel the colors now,

radiant yellows/oranges brightly lit hues,

and bathe again in crimsons,

purples, blacks & blues

my path, long, winding,

and strewn with bits of broken glass,

overlaid with fallen eucalyptus branches,

overlaid again with field stones...

...these

perfected the soles of my bare feet...

and love adorned my way

with willow trees, daisies, roses, morning glories,

soft mossy shoulders upon which I laid

while the wind moaned my lover's songs,

awakening the naked desire of my soul...

I am kneeling

on my road,

feeling the familiar splitting of my flesh

as new scars reopen old wounds on my knees,

tasting hot, salty tears of joy/pain/thanksgiving pouring down my face

I join hands with who I was & who I've come to be

~ and, looking forward,

behold a sacred secret unveil the meaning

of its former mystery

the Spirit asks a single question

of every one of me

~"tell me who you love, and I'll tell you who you be"~

humbled,

and in obedience, I answer

silently

Bridgette A. Wynn, (c) 2001

....and six years later, this piece emerged from my soul

metamorphosis in blak

like the seed of life

germinating almost imperceptibly beneath the soil

i am she, born of she

who was born of she,

all women, we, of southern clay

my spiritual moorings, rooted and grounded in the faith

baptized by the water, the spirit and the blood

from this mountain's peak i spy

the valley from whence i've come since the moment

i was forty-fied

some have called me comely and kind

the one who has known my breath at dawn

adores what he cannot see with his naked eye

a mystery to me, still... that i am loved just as i am

but never shall i lose sight of my need

to evolve into light;

that of my spirit i may bestow blessings pure and clean

in gratitude for gifts i've received without measure

loveliness of the soul is a treasure i seek in earnest

for therein lies true beauty

holiness is the reverence of all Life and the Giver of it

in awesome wonder, i bow

Bridgette A. Wynn (c) 2007