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
The Peace of the Path 