She in the Forest
by Jonathan Quince
Thursday, June 23, 2005 19:41:19
As I sat upon the clearing’s ledge, looking out into the forest, the stillness was upon me; and ’though the quietude of woodland wonder broke not for any visible movement, save the insects on the ground and the birds in the trees and creatures of every stripe making home in their nests, a wave of motion swept over my being. I was overtaken, for She was there—She was beside me, above me, inside me, surrounding me and touching me, holding my spirit as a mother or a lover cradles one beloved to her chest. And Her fingertips upon my spirit were felt by my body—yes, as a physical caress; for the power of Her being was, is, and will e’er yet be a monument of universal Force, and what was in spirit today, was in flesh yester-evening and may yet be again on the morrow’s morn.
Air shimmered around me in the late-evening light; and very nearly did I see Her in full and brilliant form.