Recovering The SelfA Journal of Hope and Healing

Poetry

Sedona Spring

by Selah Grenewood

You say,
I’m just digging into your soul
Until the only possibility is desert.

And in this desert, comes the spring.
See?

Hurt with me.
Cry with me at this table.
Littered as it is with many nightmares.

Where is spring in the desert,
Where is Sedona in blue and gold

Her feathered bird hands
Cooing in love?

Instead they wring.
The four corners exhausted wings.

Drained.
Parched.
Defeated.

Where is the spring in the desert of the soul?

Taken.
Given.
Emptied.

Bones scattered
On an arid plain.

Empty of meat,
There is nothing left.
The soul without a heart is a desert.

Ghosts haunt this tableau.
Names and dates unalterable,
Segregations and broken alliances

Hands and eyes without vision.

There was no witness.
Hear, the cut hoop, the blood cawing
Out its death in crow black

The soul parted from its entry,

When? Then. Too soon.

Bring back Sedona, her eyes teal cast,
Sienna entreaty hair.

Bring back the light again, capture
How she turns as the wind
And when she cries the eagle’s soar

Christening the air to honor her.

The spokes of the moon touch her amazonite fingertips.
The Joshua tree stands to embrace and protect her.
The alphabet spirals sagebrush through her smoky robes.

The wolf carries her howl through dark
Passages where bats marry her calcite kisses.

In this desert built in fire dawn and dark,
The mesa makes love to every living,
Be it big or small.

Yet

How does a body become embodied?
How does a soul reach its heart?

Love, you’ve loved, as
She broke through your spell
But you beat her back on the table

Her cards aren’t easy
A mean strangled herd.

The Sedona Spring levels
The desert screams

Flat ground, there is no turn.
It’s walking into what was,
What became.

The Spring is then clear.

How does a love torn asunder
bind in holy rite?

The Sedona Spring whispers
The desert colors

Abalone turquoise teal
Sienna umber pollen yellow
Dust setting white beaded

Dawn.

About the Author

Selah Grenewood is a teacher and writer from Florida. Her work has appeared in numerous publications including New Spirit, Metapsychosis, The Write Place at the Right Time, Awakenings Review, The Edge, and Timeline Astrology.
Feature Image Credit: https://visitsedona.com/

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