In that place where water touches
land and morning
sun ignites them
both with sparks of
pink-tinged light, in that place I stand
and watch the wild
blue heron soar,
then land and take
his stand, and we two, he on one
side and I on
the other, bear
silent witness.
JDG
aholdingplace 
I love this example of how a “threshold” in nature, such as where the water meets shore, can ignite an inner spiritual experience in she who beholds it. Lovely, Joan. Thank you.
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I adore the beauty of this poem, the numinous quality of the writing.
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