a device for the soul

Her winter is gone,
but quiet remains
blown in on the breeze
and washed ashore
on the doorstep
along with last year’s
debris.

She turns over
blinking at the sun,
waking in her time
as feelings of warmth
begin to settle in
and sway through her
limbs.

Her face fills
with color and life,
dreary dreams of cold
have melted since
the songs have migrated
home again to nest
awhile.

Stretching now she smiles,
around her there
is motion, alive and serious
about its business
while in celebration,
having waited for her
eagerly.

Out of bed, covers tossed,
she is fresh-faced
and ready to greet
all those in anxious waiting
to share in barefoot glee
her wondrous blooming
love.

Digging holes, yes
we’re digging holes.
Going deep
to find the soul
and gain strong root
in the soil.
Through the hurt
and all the pain,
come the tears falling
in the rain.
All that’s buried here
will find the light,
so good things grow
and make it right.
Digging holes, yes
we’re digging holes.

Time is the distance
between us and together.
Even if you were next to me
we would be miles apart;
but this old watch
by my bed
keeps on ticking
by your picture,
eroding away
at my waiting
to see you again.

I miss you.
Do you miss me?
I can’t see you.
Can you see me?
When I feel you,
do you feel me?

Is that you
in my dreams?

Nothing here lasts forever.
Waiting will one day disappear,
and all this longing will end.
Just as flesh and bone could not hold
your restless spirit within,
so too will this time
pass away to eternity,
put to rest this aching heart,
and bring to life my soul.

Since all this time
I’ve been waiting,
have you been waiting too?
At the end of this life’s journey,
will what I find be you?