I met a gracious lady, she smiled,
light lit her eyes;
I dropped a curtsy to the wise woman
showing my respect.
Do we honour those wiser than us, often enough;
The Lady spoke to me, we shared,
experiences of life.
of joys, pains and love.
Her road was gilded but her heart had bled,
my mother would love her, that is enough said.
We walked among roses, talked about heroes,
of our children, with humour and delight,
about countries and people.
About the sky, the oceans and nature’s force.
We found unity.
I walked up a mountain in a far away land,
met a Shepherd resting with his flock.
You have come, he said, seeking long
please sit down, share my fare.
Quietly I did as the old man said.
We talked softly about life,
its passions and grieves, it’s beauty and joy.
What can you hear, the old man asked
I was quiet for a while, then said;
The mountain stream, the wind through the grass.
The old man smiled and his eyes shone bright.
You have come a long way, he said
but you found the core of peace.
Do never forget the mountain stream, the wind
Let stillness and wonder live in your soul.
© miriam ivarson