Wild Spirits

A temple built

Among the ancients

By barefeet

And dirty hands,

A place of peace

And divine truth,

A being purified

By the rain

And a heart

Cleansed by the fire.

A worship unlike other

Done in private

With no acknowledgement

The acceptance of energy

As the driving force,

A knowledge of yesterday

And a hope for tomorrow-

An overseer

Unknown but felt within

A spirit walking

Among the arms of trees

And the roots of

Wild flowers

Growing beside the creek bank-

A voice heard

By child’s mind

And then forgotten

By maturity’s stagnation-

Until again we stumble

Upon the voice the wild

And feel it’s pull

Upon our soul’s string-

A stirring deep within

Awoken by the steady rhythm

Of the world’s current,

By the beauty of a full moon

And the sound of ocean’s waves-

The belief that our world

Is all our own,

The belief that we are the ones

Responsible for our way

Manifestation of dreams

Through the guiding light

Of energy that we create,

Energy that we own,

Provided by the mother

We call Earth.

Katrina Thornley is a nature poet and novelist that resides in Rhode Island. She has two poetry collections currently published, a novel, as well as a short story anthology. Her poetry collections "Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature" and "Arcadians: Wooden Mystics" were inspired by a local park and life in her small rural town. You can find them on Amazon now!

Also, be sure to give her a follow on Instagram (@seekatwrite).