By Sam Lacey
Recorded by author
High above abandoned threshing circles
And ancient acequias
Where roads end
And timelessness begins
I come to reaffirm my faith
Where moss and lichens thrive
In the most inhospitable places
And butterflies dance
And weather-beaten artemisias
I splash the last of the rushing snow-melt
Over my weary flesh
Naked, wind-kissed skin
Caressed by the breath of spirit
Thirst quenched in fleeting moments
By the elixir of deep time
As sun and moon dance
Between day and night
Before this vast, rocky altar
I drop to my knees
Previously published on Sam Lacey’s blog: https://samlacey.me/poetry/mountain-altar/
Sam Lacey is a lifetime explorer of inner and outer realms, who’s wandered wild across many continents until making her home in southern Spain. Her poetry is a relational dance of intimacy, born of her connection with this mysterious, beautiful and elemental world.
She brings her grief, love, curiosity and creativity in service of life. A keeper of hearth and home, she offers space for healing and transformation – trusting wholeheartedly the wisdom of nature and her ever-changing cycles. She works with groups and individuals to cultivate deeper intimacy and connection with self, other and the natural world. www.samlacey.me
Bio recorded by Martha O’Hehir
Beautiful poem Sam!
The images, the space, the reverence.
Uplifting and deeply felt.
Thank you Susan for your generous words and your gratitude. Warmest wishes, Sam