Prayers my heart starts to
mumble as the dew
forms graceful drops
across the eyelashes
of the late summer trees
It sprang to mind the hopeful
and expectant posture of
a bride in waiting
calling
oil filled lanterns
how we see the changing times
only to be reminded that
in life there is death
in love there is loss
truly truly say to you
the barren garden will
blossom as the noon day
sun
creeps along the ground
there in the slanting rays
it is easy to remember that
goodness and favor
does come to those
who wait as the tides
change and the earth
shifts
Have I finally found my home?