And so beyond I find a miracle bright,
it lifts all 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 such days and long night,
with heart held tightly, kept dearly from fright.
What beauty of Dawn does come to this Day
The Heavens do whisper all blues that would pray.
I stood, stand still and followed all 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 life-long Shrine.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Vladimir Popovitch