The Soul's Need

The silent staccato of emerging leaves,

The pulsing of the earth as life breaks through

As Beauty's debut consecrates the world.

All here is sacred and all is ever new.

Sometimes I simply walk among the flowers

Speaking in silence a language that they know.

What joy to be welcomed each year so bounteously

With loveliness down every path I go.

Day now stretches into languid eve,

I kneel to see a bud or pull a weed,

Alone I contemplate, alone I live

Knowing that truth and light are the soul's need.