Meditation on Teresa of Avila (sonnet)

Wishing moon behind the dark clouds of night,
like the pause at the top of the inhale,
close as my breath, the cleansing rain, sunlight
follows and shadows lengthen, never fails.

I search my heart for voices; I invite
the beauty deep within where spirit dwells.
Desires growing in my soul; insights
take root, clouds part; it's time to lift the veil.

The howling wind picks up and stirs my mind.
I brace myself to face torrential storms.
The lightening cracks, attention snaps to here
and now. Electrified, I seek, I find,
I search for who I am, for feelings warm.
Radical acceptance cleanses my fears.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019

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