Nectar Called

I wondered what would bring me back

For back I have been brought.

What I did not know eluded me.

So, here I am.

Every twilight

I’ve gone out

To be in the beauty laid before me.

But some part

Could not feel Its shining.

The angels knew

Where I needed to be, not me.

I sense I am in recovery

From what, I do not know

For that’s gone too.

But. Here I am.

Tonight my wondering

Changed to wonder

For in I breathed

Fragrances so familiar, yet

All the same breath in.

The symphony of sweetnesses

Offering me their drink:

The Earth rose from the heat of Her day,

The lilies wafted by;

The descent of the high cedars’

Releasing their heated note;

The sweet exhale

Tumbling and rolling down

The side of the mountain on a hot August day –

All of this, this moment –

And It’s not even May.

FRAGRANCE!

It is You who has caught me

To smell what fills the air.

There You are,

Calling me.

Now I know what to follow.