“From the ashes, a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.” – J.R.R. Tolkien
SEASONS OF BEAUTY
I woke up this morning
with a yearning in my heart
following the abiding light;
the road wide and open,
the horizon afar,
the space between roots and stars.
I’m not sure if I meet my center,
beginning or an unceasing path,
but I know my soul shall dance
on every blade of grass,
the walls of red rocks,
the wings of lady-bugs,
and the trees will dance with me
through the seasons of beauty,
the seasons of life.
By Sharka Waite
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