Oh radiant beams from ancient orb above,
come cleanse my soul of bitter cold drawn nigh.
Cast wretched gray away this day I cry-
send rays of light to steal this winter's glove.
I yearn to hear the cooing of a dove-
a moment when the ground is simply dry.
Imploring now, 'Oh please do not be shy...'
please fill this void with warming rays of love.
While slumbering you heard my solemn plea -
Through chilling snow this force of fire shows change.
With blessed joy, my heart, it only sings!
So sweet this orb of light has been to me.
An Earth now lush from mire, is it so strange?
Rejoicing in the healing touch it brings.
(©January 2004 Brussels, Belgium)
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