The Lightness of Being

The Transformative Way

   I am weary of these long unending days

    and nights of prolonged darkness

    I am tired of this never-ending Spring

    where I linger over-long tightly curled

    in the bud of my longing.  

    Look for me then when newly formed

    I place my feet on Holy Ground

    and my soul in the hands of God

    my bondage done, to stride the multitudinous

          corridors of time… the race now won.