At morning, Your Sun's rays warm me,
Thaw me out, melt my doubt.
And again, I see beauty about me.
Sparkling dewdrops on emerald blades of grass,
White light shining through leaves of green,
A crescendo of goose sound
Overlays myriad insect hummings,
Crows cawing, sweet birds chirping.
The beauty of Earth's song enchants me,
Fills me with wonder,
Opens my heart again,
Restores my faith---
O what relief!
The spiral dance from Light
To darkness, to Light again
Is the journey Home.
 

LiLi Townsend
Quail Cottage, Virginia 1996