The Lightness of Being
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.