as a child
through woodland wandered
touched the roots
with gentle feet
heard the rumble
wisdom ancient

grown I walk
through concrete wasteland
trip on cracks
with tired toes
hear the grumbles
people modern

return me now
to verdant fields
surrounding me
the soft wind thrills
heaven pressed
the air’s alluring
my soul


Words and Photography ©2017 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

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40 thoughts on “Returning

  1. Really love this! Touches my heart and soul! ” vacant flows ” allows for so much personal interpretation and something to meditate on. All true and it is a wonderful prayer in such a time for our hurting world. Thank you so much for sharing your gifts!

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      1. You always seem to accomplish that goal with everything you write! Even if my political views don’t run as deeply as yours do, I still can appreciate the quality of your work…


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