THE WALK

I walked slowly
Silently soaking in
The serene solitude
Of a sequestered garden,
When a series of strange impressions
Pierced into the deepest depths
Of my consciousness
And startled me.

I stood still
In agitated hesitation,
Poised to beat a speedy retreat,
When all at once I became aware
Of the strangest sense of freedom
Overwhelming me.

An elevating sense of exhilaration,
An ecstatic exuberance of feeling,
A vibrant mood of exultation,
Accompanied by the sweetest liberation
Advanced ambitiously
Into the precincts
Of my enlivened heart.

It was a rapturous touch
From the Divine.
My soul reveled
In its new-found ecstasy
And I stood upright,
Winner of the field.

© Miriam Jacob

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