Solitude
The fragile cherry blossoms fell like snow
Recalling a distant landscape in my dreams.
I live in gratitude for one more spring
To catch their drifting petals on the breeze.
Can there be sorrow in these days of joy
Or darkness in a heart filled with delight?
And though the compass of my soul is stilled
When the winds of fate blow fierce and wild,
Disappearing night drifts slowly down
As light breaks on the warmly gentle land
And all my hopes arise each day in Thee.