dawn seems a distant reflection
noon’s fierce sun veils me in understanding
Spirit beckons me to look at harvest hands
He whispers it is time
awaken all that you know and believe … now
walk from the fire your tears are dry
run beyond doubt become strong
grow…. grow beyond yourself
truth’s breath blows gently in my eyes
opening them to gain a glimpse of heaven
a girl grown to a woman
her son has become a man
along the journey the treasure lies in secret places
opened with pain or joy
the afternoon approaches
demanding a response
© jennifer campbell 2002