Hidden in the hills,
a spring spills its secrets –
milk and honey from the womb of the earth.
Seeking its course through forest and vale,
water calls the banks of the river into being –
Find me!
Listen,
within you plays the song of the stream.
You are the banks of the river
and its bed
that give the water a place to go.
Unbraid your hair now, and
let the oncoming tide dissolve
your holding back.
Where the moon marries salt to sweet,
may your gathering waters
flow out to the sea.
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Mary Camille Thomas
Mary Camille Thomas is a native of Santa Cruz, California who considers herself lucky to be back after living in Davis, Germany, Los Angeles, Holland, and on the road in a motorhome. She is a librarian by profession, and her poetry has appeared in the Porter Gulch Review and Sisters Singing: Blessings, Prayers, Art, Songs and Sacred Stories by Women. She is is currently working on a novel called Schatz and a collection of poems of the spirit.
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Lovely, just lovely, Mary. Thank you.
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