Sacred Moments

 

I think my soul was born in the wind –

formed in a gust of dandelion seeds

under an early evening sky.

 

I think my soul danced with fawns,

carried butterflies to wildflowers

and rested on warm earth.

 

I think my soul skipped on water

like a smooth stone

before a dip in a quiet pond

 

and when it settled in my body,

it lit a fire inside me

that yearns for these sacred moments.

 

By Brittany McCauley

Follow her Instagram @britt.mccauley

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