How the ethereal morning seems to sing to my soul.
How my spirit breathes clearly as my gaze sweeps upward
How the hidden beauty that pulsates with the falling of the sun painted over
Birthing forth life, inviting one within
How I have waded and waited for the clutter of dry earth which sprouts and looms and frightens my heart
For the majesty of the forest causes my heart to race
Surrounded by only the movement of the winds, vibrating an unending melody
Alone I stand
Overwhelmed
Exposed
How my very being is opened to the rhythm of Mother Earth
How easily the tears wash down the coarseness of my face
And yet, how those winding stairs curl around the fragments of who I am
How the pathway has parted, ascending.
The invitation remains, and always will be
The Love that descends, infects, permeates us all
The Grace that radiates through each beginning of life
The Mercy that winds through each vine, tugging at our footsteps
How vast is the reach of Heaven.
