Through dark early morning clouds

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


uprooting many poisonous barriers

drying marshes of primal tears,

soothing opened wounds,

with the love of my


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.