Mother Is Waking

A psychic hush descends upon the world:
All that is held just below the surface
Now aching to be released, longing for birth.
Sacred silence divides the seasons
Almost imperceptibly, if you are not watching.
Let us watch for it, then.
Let us go out into it with welcoming ears.
Listen. Ponder. Allow your own rebirth,
Your own springing forth from quiet ground.
Be the song that rises after the last breath.
Copyright © 2016, by Jamie Wright Bagley