Secret Things (From Day 17- Archetypes of the Creative – Found Poem
By Susan Heffron Hajec
She holds secret things
holy and alone.
Things of long ago
as she creates anew
on each new sunrise blessing
of a life gifted to her.
Human, yet divine
are the connections she feels.
Lost and found in her
own tiny soul.
Sacred things held dear,
held precious
within a silent yearning…
for what
for what?
Secret yearnings
in grace-filled moments
nearing expression
coming oh so close,
coaxes heart to open wider
breathe deeper.
Those secret things
bubble to the surface
and she is with them
in the sun’s light and warmth
briefly —
then they disappear to the depths
once more
to be awakened again
when enough love is present.
Napkinwriter 
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