Conversations With My Soul
This is a place of expression, a place where the words, and sometimes images, that flow from my Soul and my Source can land momentarily and be shared. The words flow forth in many forms; poetry, stories and often writings that I don’t have a label for. I hope you enjoy them. It is a joy for me to share them! If you are interested in a copy of my first collection of poetry, Rest in the Knowing. You can email me or visit the publisher’s web site at www.peace-evolutions.com (they have other wonderful books there too).
I’m happy to say that my next collection of poetry, Illumine, is complete and is now available!. Follow the links to the right to order
a copy
Samples from Rest in the Knowing and Illumine are below.
I also maintain a blog called Conversations With My Soul for insights and wisdom gained from morning walks, poetry and stories.
Enjoy in Joy,
Lynda Allen
Winter Solstice
Lynda Allen
Alone in the long darkness of the shortest day
She whispers her secrets to the waxing half moon
Through her closed lids she sees the crisp line
Between light and dark
Sitting as if upon a lunar scale
In perfect balance
One more shadow or ray of light would set it askew
So she walks with eyes closed upon the surface of the moon
On the tight rope of the line between light and dark
Her soft whisperings falling from her lips
Cascading to their proper places on either side
She wobbled once towards darkness
And regained her equilibrium
Walking with grace one foot before the other
Feeling each step like a circus performer
From Illumine (& my young friend Claire's favorite!)
The Road Ahead
The road ahead is paved with Grace.
From here though, it looks unpaved.
From here, it looks like quicksand,
Waiting to pull me under.
From here, the road rises and falls,
Twists and turns.
I can’t see around the next bend,
Can’t see where to go at the fork.
The fog of doubt and confusion shrouds the road,
The air too still to drive the fog away,
The sun too distant to burn it off.
I do nothing.
Moving neither forward nor back
Not venturing into the fog
Not willing to brave the quicksand
From here I will not move.
I wither in my stillness until I am no more
My blooms dried up and blown away.
As the wind carries what is left of me above the land
I see the road.
The road ahead was straight.
The road ahead was smooth.
The road ahead was brightly lit.
The road ahead was gentle.
The road ahead was paved with Grace.