An Eternal Spring

Feb. 22, 2008

I wipe the sleep from tired eyes

And wake to life's adversities

Be there nought within me that denies

The call to those intensities

Of soul that now seem lost in mist

Or drowned in sorrow's fathomless deeps,

The eyes I loved, the lips I kissed

The heights we scaled, the spirit-leaps

And days of such intense delight

Our life was borne aloft by Grace.

In morning's arms we left the night

And sought through beauty Mother's face,

The peace that comes when joined by prayer

As offered souls aspiring,

To breathe in plenitude the air

Fragrant of an eternal Spring.