Sacred Space

Alone in my heart
the quiet of the morning
dark or light
quiet or not
My sacred space connects me
once again to a trusted source within
which, for so long was forgotten.

But now, I trust and have faith
in the grace that allows
safety, happiness, health and peace.

A peaceful space
where the past, present and future
are released like a dove into the fair blue sky
to carry a part of me
that needs freedom and joy.


Alone in my heart is a space of light
and one that I share with all in need
for we all are worthy of harmony
beyond that which lies on the screen

And with that, I give thanks. Aho.

But I am not finished
even though my mind often goes there
goes there to a sacred space
carrying fear
of the long lost
but now found.

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers

Question in the Sand

Cuts the soul from the earth
and the earth says, “Go free, fly.”

But where to fly and do we land
There is the question in the sand

Glimpses of joy bubble up
only to burst and flicker

Where there is no one but you and me
The trees hold us gently in the breeze
Sadness goes to and fro
And the swing is empty don’t you know

The simple wonders of the fly
landing here and swatted flat.

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers