by Viktoria Vidali on May 24, 2017

in General,Monthly Post,Poetry

Go deep into memory,
not like an excavator with a pick and shovel,
but like a pioneer, absorbing from a high ridge
a flower-filled valley that on its far edges
reaches the sea.

There will be an inkling
that you may have traveled this way before,
but then how could you have missed the
fine, intricate patterns that like gossamer
traverse the landscape?

It is all there, as it has always been
to the loving heart touched by unspeakable grace.

You will retell your story,
finding a place for each lonely fragment
in the luminous circle
that widens as it fledges.

~ Viktoria Vidali

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