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 revelled
in its new-found ecstasy
and I stood upright,
winner of the field.
© MIRIAM JACOB