The Music of the Spheres

My beloved Wickaninnish Beach

I open my window to the music of the spheres:
call of mourning dove, hoot of owl,
fresh new leaves rustling on green willow,
creek trickling over rocks, singing a morning song.

I open my door to the beauty near at hand.
The mountains teach patience.
The river teaches joy.
Trees are the wisdom-keepers.
The ocean sings a song of life 
that echoes in our hearts.

I open my soul to the expansiveness of the sky,
the deep mystery of the heavens,
moon and stars and clouds and  swirling planets,
each in its perfect place.
As we are, no matter what we face.

It is all here ~
everything we need, for wonder ~
our souls rise up in response,
like candles, catching the flame and flaring,
like hearts, catching the light and sharing,
warm, like the sun coming out,
after a long winter.

for Susan's prompt at Mid Week Motif: enlightenment. For me, the soul's journey is deeply entwined with the beauty of the natural world.