Meditation on Teresa of Avila (sonnet)
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