And so beyond I find miracle bright,
it lifts such wonder, Oh holy, this sight.
Can it be the same, that single One Light
that burrowed, furrowed; and merged its Might?
How I lasted through days and the longest night,
with heart held tightly and kept from fright.
What beauty of Dawn does come to this Day
The Heavens whispered, all blues would pray.
I stood, stand still and followed through,
The Call that lasted through deep darkened hue.
All Loves that bright with such witness to Shine,
Step forward, we build to Love’s eternal Shrine.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Vladimir Popovitch