That Morning Breeze

Oh Lord, have more tenderness for her today than ever before

And for those that she loves, always keep an open door

What can I tell of the little raindrops that have been wept

Each glossy bead a testament to Love's secrets kept

Through the haze, a glimmer of hope, now and then, does emerge

Love's phoenix rising, wings unblemished-

Here comes the surge…

That power whose compassion sifts between cypress trees

Between the exhale of my breath and the sweat of my fingers

Querying and kissing each of fall’s leaves

A timeless soul wherever I am, she lingers

What wouldn’t I give for a kiss from the Morning Breeze

As I stand now, a pilgrim on Love's perilous road,

Wiser, braver, my spirit firmly bestowed.

This may be Love's pain, a teacher in a deluge of disguise,

Unveiling truths that only true love implies

Come to the orchard in spring

Watch the sun in her sign rise

A Prayer Still remains