Meditation Poem

Meditation in Light and Dark

by Kathryn Gordon

Prisms glow in fire and

squirrels knot themselves on bark.

Emerging slowly,

branches etch a forest into snow —

In this way, all living things grow

more vivid

in unfertile soil.

About the Author:

Kathryn has written poetry for many years because it helps her to identify more clearly what she is thinking and feeling. Imagery from the natural world is always a major source of inspiration for her. Kathryn became a sister recently, at Calan Gaeaf 2015.

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