The peace of the Path

 

Oh, bittersweet morning

Beaconing peace

Your joy, without warning

Pray, never cease

 

You fell, not in springtime

But upon plague

No heralding bell chime

And, yet, you stayed

 

Chill of wintery rain

Gray upon gray

Removing rooted stain

Washing away

 

Cleansing comes with coldness

Freezing to bone

Hearts unite in boldness

Warmth, not alone

 

Heavy laden tree limbs

Bow low to ground

Birdsong becoming hymns

Reverent sound

 

Forlorn fog not to stay

Light, lifting load

The price of peace to pay

For sweet abode

 

Oh, bittersweet morning

Beaconing peace

Your joy, without warning

Pray, never cease