DEVOTION

Let's close our eyes
we don't need the artificial light
to show we've finally moved,
 unbruised
 through the crowded night

You know that beautiful stranger         

who once told us her name was Rest?
in case you've forgotten
she arrives in her sleepwear best

when we take a deep breath 

and count the heartbeats

 which keep us blessed

And that pen,
that often asks
to dance with the next page
wants us to know
it will no longer waltz
with the storm and all its rage

Paths taken seeking summer blue
often led us to many a nasty fall.
 Though we may not be sun or bird
we've tempted fate

Risen with the morning to see it all

The frost will keep us still for a time

then suddenly disappear

and our prayers will flow more freely

through the lighter air

The perennials,

 as promised

 will continue to greet another year...

To blossom is such a beautiful thing

and for that let's thank the devotion 

of the returning spring