I AM Love

© 2017

I am a cat stalking along city rooftops
independent and free
nobody owns me

I am a swan dreaming gently
in the pale gold reeds at the lake’s edge
sheltering for the winter

I am a dragon soaring high overheard
roaring flames to protect Her land

I am a deer trembling
in the misty purple heather
I quiver,
every fibre of my being alert to the sound of Him
coming through the deepening Dusk

Inchnadamph, Assynt, Scotland, 2002

With all of my heart and soul

with every atom and particle
along every string and wave in the multiverse
I love the King Stag

I feel His love in the heat of the sun warming me
I see His power in the strength of the eagle’s wing as He glides overhead

my heart breaks for His nobility as He dips His antlers
to Her full light rising
a pale circle like a fat dew drop on a green leaf in the deep forest

I am a spider spinning my web
new and glistening each day
trying to tell Him in a different way
how much I love Him
I spin a story
just for Him
about my conversations with Night
just before Dawn broke

I am in the silent pool
a reflection just waiting
for Him to see me

Glen Helen, Isle of Man, 1999

I do not wish to join the river
for it will carry me away from Him
I want to stay here forever
below the secret high places
just waiting
to see His proud silhouette
against the twilight sky
as He steps regally down the valley

every breath I draw
is one of longing
and hoping
and dreaming

my heart is full to bursting
of knowing
Love

I told my secret to the breeze

tickling me softly at midday

the breeze told the clouds

that quickly blew my way

they shook themselves empty

of their clean, clear rain

and I was waiting,

just hoping

He would come to drink again

The stars tiptoed out

through the heavy velvet sky

and took their places one by one

as planets wheeled by

I lay so still

just drifting

quietly in the Dream

as a leaf gives up Will

and floats

trusting down the stream

He was wild

He was roaming

the lonely vast free

and my heart was roaming with him

as the shade is to the tree

Assynt, Scotland, July 2002

By Christine Jordaan, 2013
© 2017