Hear within my heart the whispers of becoming
Sweet Beloved guide the path upon that which you know for me is true
May the rains fall in the dark hours to fill up the rivers
So I can then follow you at the banks of the living waters
When the Light returns once more
Allow me to witness
The seasons of the leaf
That seems to die only to begin upon the richness of the path
That lays beneath my naked feet
Every tread upon your ground then leads me on
With ancient whispering asking me to flow along
Let me see Light as the dawn of opportunities
Like the flowers that open their heart’s fully in your coming strength
Let me feel the inner blossoming of your warmth upon my chest
And when the day is done
May I feel tenderness with the remembrance
Of your embrace
As the river runs, I will be
Gently embedded into my heart once more
As rest comes within your flowing breath
Janice Salmon 