Poems
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
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