I scried a tear
You wiped it dry
I stood alone
(Or so I thought)
Until you brought me the handkerchief
On which the tear was caught.
I screamed to the highest heavens
You heard my call.
You listened and comforted me
Showed me the path to surrender.
You folded a blanket of stars about me
You told me of colours you could not see.
You listened late into the night
You were waiting beside my bed
For the morning to set things right.
You opened my eyes
By giving me Voice
Stilled my tongue till
I could make a choice.
(Stay stuck in my comfort zone or
Learn to love and then rejoice.)
The colours of the rainbow
Danced across your eyes
I knew you were an artist
I had a wee reprieve
The way you presented beauty
Gave me heart to again believe.
Asked me to participate and serve.
I sit listening to the Wind
(Which once sent shivers through my bones)
I hear your Voice on the Wind.
It sings freedom, adventure and enduring love.
I throw my head back and laugh
With the Women of the Caravan.