Tricia Leines

I don’t want to miss out on life… which for me means not having my actions or thoughts filled with the superficial. Sometimes, I need to be shaken awake—not gently, but with rain on my face, dirt on my skin, and the wildness of the earth wrapped around my ankles. Sometimes, I need the roar and rumble of nature as it pushes against me, calling me to remember what it means to be alive.

This poem came from that place—from being drenched in truth of the nature, laid bare by the elements, and stirred into clarity. It’s about kneeling to the beautiful rawness of life, letting the earth humble me, shift my perspective, and respond to its wisdom with a pure and open heart.

Tangle of Wildflowers

Let the rain fall

Fill my eyes with sky

Soak skin in heaven

Drenched and dripping dry

Tangle my feet with wildflowers

Trip me up again

Lay me to mossy ground

Washed in sacred plain

Humble me with dirt

Grass about my hair

Rocks pressed into fingertips

Tingling and aware

Wake me from the stupor

Shake me from my sleep

Help me act in wisdom

Be the promises I seek

Don’t let me forget

Escape or deny

Gifts freely given

A pure heart my only reply

Tricia Leines