FINDHORN

Here, walking by the sea,
among dune grasses, see
how the colours of heaven
meet with earth.

How the informing spirit
lights upon this open land,
washed in light as
an open hand may hold
a confluence of angels.
And because of openness find
a stretch, a space within us
and without; room to unfold
wings of another kind,
a mind repaired, reclaimed;

Where voice of wind and water,
symphony of stone on shore,
glad tidings of the gulls,
may meet
the Lover of the World
walking in a cloud of flame
once more.

© Auriol de Smidt