held I once
this earth to my longing
this child of tomorrow
with knowledge I fed
knowing not of how soon
another would come
to wait at the hand
that was God’s

but only for this
my place in the plan
my sight –
(tho once blinded) to see
the worth in unworthy
silver to shining
the way to becoming –
at last to make sense

fingers and ferns
limbs to the forest
arising as swords to the sky –
ten thousand hearts
remember one beating
forever returning
to remind us of her

blankets of wonder
are stilled
by the midnight
hands search in darkness
the secrets of light –
someone is waiting
in gardens of turmoil
dares not to sleep
lest a prayer go unheard

compassion gives birth
at the feet of forgiveness
while goldenrods wave
in parade of the saints