This poem was written on my recent retreat day. Satisfaction is such an elusive thing in our culture but I sought to explore the connection between satisfaction and the miracles that are a part of out daily life. Finally I considered how we are made complete in life. Love is always the place where satisfaction is most at home.
Satisfaction
Satisfaction is waiting,
To see imagination
Walking on water,
Creativity loves every miracle,
Seeing with lover’s eyes,
Speaking of where hope leads.
Imagination begins with silence,
Hearing a voice that knows
my deepest fears,
Touching life with tenderness,
The lightest brush,
Fills my heart with desire,
So that I want to walk
With impossibility,
In the storm and with
each step striding forward,
Another wave behind me.
Storms painted with vibrant colours,
Are never fully completed
Always searching for a place where love,
Can add the final strokes.
