May your heart soar today as we wait expectant

For the wash of new color to start slowly moving through the earth

This ice and mud iconography

This spiritual archaeology

This listening sound.

To once more stand beneath the wings of geese returning

Not unlike the wings of prayer

Touching the velvet source of all life

May your heart soar.

May you swim up next to the fishes

As the frozen pools are released

And finally break through to the surface.

Shiny and bright

So real, so divine, so you.