of fears and ancient pain,
I am waking up to see
the blessed rays of creation,
the new sun
of love.
I have not seen this sun
for many seasons of drought -
but the fertile dusty rain,
has announced solemnly
the arrival of something primeval
and fresh.
For years I have slaved in my fields,
digging into hard and crooked
earth,
uprooting many poisonous barriers
drying marshes of primal tears,
soothing opened wounds,
with the love of my
friends.
Now I am slowly waking up, breathing in
your love;
and as we stand holding hands
watching the purple sun set,
I can feel the gentle rays in my soul--
my meadow is covered with lilies,
blossoming anew.