in the stillness
a silent language
of colors calls to me
darkness surrenders
shadows succumb
to nascent possibilities

birds soar and dance
swimming in the prisms
passing through the hues
while the morning sings praises
and a mirror river
as deep as the sky
beckons me to soar and fly
or wade through the clouds
and make a path to the sun
to join the morning song
to rest in the peace
to release the tethers in my soul
that i have buried in this sorrowful clay

tired of carrying these burdens
i let them slip into the current
i wait and trust
and dare not close my eyes
as the metamorphosis unfolds
colors and light call to me
nearly breathless
i attune my ears to the passing moments
the silent language speaks
He is here
and i am His