Clouds to the south are soft and dim,

To the north, I cannot see;

In the west, the pastel glow of a brand new day,

To the east, a blaze with the fringe of glory ahead…

The sky gives birth to possibility

As heavens declare Your majesty…

My eyes behold Your beauty,

If I can but see the hem;

I am summoned close and moved ahead

In anticipation of Your wonderful plan.

ADW 2022