Wild pretty flowers around, small ones in pink and yellow
easily ripping and fading in the summer heat. Even the pool
boils like hot spring. And big ants eating mangoes and avocadoes.
A day of wonder waits
Be God, my light dictate
Come Lord, to me your aid
Do brush, my fear, you bade
Love so sweet of Sacred Heart
Opens paths to secret lights
Vain fright thoughts of gray
Eternal true light burns away.
Once we made love
and again, a concession of love
my homage to Love.
December! Happy days of waiting here!
For You, to us, come after toil and grief
Christmas lights and stars adorned colored wreaths
December joy, grace brushed, in eyes of tears.