I was born to some lost purpose
it rumbles in my viens
it pushes liquid beauty from my eyes
but has no song to play
It calls to me from living thing
majestic silent stewards
Not love, nor touch, nor baser deeds
my heart is lonely for
but beauty and the eyes to see
such tender trust - so silently
Breeze that feeds and holds me firm
my parents are the trees
majestic stewards with wisdom woven
in the rustling of their leaves
There's times I hear
and then do not
the Message of the Earth
by Kristy Gough
I found this poem along with many others in the shoe box you left in the attic. They affected me deeply and I decided to read some of them at the service we held in March a week after your death.
Today's workout: 50 minutes cross training
I'm not a runner - just a mom trying to deal with the death of her daughter. Kristy was a multi-talented woman and a professional athlete. Running helps me to feel her presence. And it offers a little peace. - Kristy's mom
These poems by Kristy reveal an articulate and sensitive woman who has found a way to string words on a thread of spiritual beauty. She was not limited to her athletic skills, but this side of her was not public. I am glad her poetry now touches me.
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