Acorns and Heroes
~ In loving honor and memory of Dr. John H. Cox ~
~ Invoked by my dear friend, Goddess Diana ~
“What do you see?”
I see acorns,
//life and immortality//
Rushing to gather them in my arms
as if something might take them away,
I chuckle at myself.
I hear them,
mistaking them for a storm in the night.
There is no rain, nor threat -
just bouncing acorns
celebrating life.
Shall I question
why they gather in this secret, sacred spot?
Near the angel, where food and flowers grow,
as if to purposely leave the remaining space barren?
Who am I to question?
Curious, I sit and wait -
dead center
in the middle of an acorn shower.
I see the opaque veil
blowing in the ocean breeze…
Seizing handfuls of acorn-laced earth,
I pour them over my skin,
returning them gently to their origin.
One remains, clinging,
and refuses to escape the part in my fingers.
I caress his flawless body,
so smooth and soothing.
For a moment I wonder -
if we use acorn wood to create things.
Thinking how, in our haste, we dismiss the most simplistic
beauty.
Enveloped, I breathe -
deeper and fuller than ever before.
I see them arise and surround my body.
Precious rosemary, sweet lavender,
cleansing sage, anoint me.
I memorize my little treasure -
like an ember, its life force energy
trickling, seeping into my skin.
Radiating, overflowing from my body,
spilling out in tears falling back to the earth.
Is it possible to embrace an acorn?
Slowly I lift him to my face,
gracing my cheeks and lips
with his pure perfection;
and offer one last kiss.
I see acorns.
And heroes.
What do you see?