Behold -
I cast my hand over
The ground
The cold of the
Air
I blow through you
My words are spoken
In the language
Of small birds
Calling you in the
Early
Of the morning light
I have made shadows
To move across
Your fields
To turn and change
Your shades of green
I have covered the
Mountains with the
White of snow
I bring the warm
Air of spring to sing
There song and to make the rivers
Dance
I bring you the yellow
Of daffodils to reassure
You
I bring the trees to
Sigh
And drive the sap into
Their broad branches
I make all the sounds
You hear
In the silence of
Yourself.
I am the life
I am the one
That lives within.
I am the prayer you
Dream
And I am you, walking
By a quiet stream.

4/3/06