WELCOME Poem by Maria van Daalen

I call you, passer-by, I call you:
the shining horizon.
I stretch out my flowering grasses to you,
I wave to you with plumes and petals and whirling pollen.
From your feet to my farness flows a streamlet,
clear and rippling
it tells you which way,
where you can find me.

I am always there.
I am wherever it is light
and when it is dark, I have closed my eyes.
But still you see me.
I embrace you.
I wrap my space around you like a cloak,
I shelter you against the fear.
You are not alone.

You are on your way.
And the way is always with you.