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.