Easter 2013

Written by ICA colleague
Deborah Ruiz Wall

Presence.
Inter-being is the space
that connects and threads.
The earth speaks.
The soul trembles, walking blind in the dark.
Terrifying, the step of conquering fear.
Weeds grow beneath my feet
whenever doubt clouds my  mind.

Patience.
The path is walking me,
I surrender ego to the inner light.
Hour after hour beats and time loses its hold.
Choice disintegrates when nature is in place.
Custodian of the earth and sea,
heritage of the gods, trampled by outer growth.
Separation from nature makes one an exile
from one's true Self.

Lent.
From dust to dust.
the call of darkness,
awaits us all
when the light of our life
turns grey before time.
The walk is tough,
the road rocky,
My feet weary, I hardly see
glimpses of my destiny.
But for the winged dreams of lofty soul,
But for faith that needs to be nourished,
I would have turned around.