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by Bobbie Morrow
There is a time in the garden of
life
when the twilight,
remembering its name,
awakens its dance
Bidding the daylight to embrace the dark,
but not too quickly
Not before each current of the day
has had its last whisper of secrets
Of times past and times forgiven
They say that in those moments the day fairies,
having spread cheer and duty and labors of love,
fall asleep wherever their tired wings take them
Across rooftops and under leaf beds
and there in the cross branch of an old tree
If you are so fortunate as to be able to listen,
as children do,
with hearts full of anticipation you will hear the earth sigh
from the letting down of burdens
and the holding up of busyness
There is this time in the garden of life,
when held between the gasp of day and the silence of night,
the moon, remembering her name,
challenges the Sun for dominance.
Cool in her majesty she rises,
pulling her dark cloak behind her,
teasing the Stars into being
She is now supreme
Unafraid of whatever chariot might rise in her inky sky
For she is the mistress of this night
Of love and surprises
There is this time in the garden of life,
when love has come to a resting place
in the heart of the brown hills in the crux
and in the time of the Sun meeting the moon
In this moment, in this time and place,
with the day fairies sleeping and the night angels singing, we are held
in the palm of the
hand of life
Calling out love among these rocks and trees
among these fragile hearts,
within this circle of friends,
remembering our name is family
©2001 Bobbie McMorrow
This poem is written by a long-time client and very dear friend whilst in
the midst of a very intense Pluto transit. During this time she has connected
with the love of her life. Proving that at times of powerful transformation
and change, amongst the pain and surrender required of us, we can find joy
and the greatest, most healing gifts