Whispering Wyrd

Moments of peace come through,
  soft and gentle as moonlight.
 Allowing me to return home to myself.

 After such a long and arduous journey
          of drug withdrawal,
 these moments are like being embraced by gentleness itself.

Life in these moments is so very precious,
        moments stretched into eternity.
 Knowing, finally, that I am beloved,
      as are all other beings.

 I needed this, this feeling of belonging,
      as do drowning lungs hunger for air.

I am home now
 where I belong, where I ached to be.
For so long I languished in darkness
 not knowing there was light.

 Yet here I stand now
  in this sacred landscape.
 Finally embraced
  by both love and light.

~Buck