Send forth your expressed longing
lest the banked embers
become gray dust,
losing form to ashes.
The clouds move
and take their shadows
Hope riots at the gates
Go out in greeting!
Go out!
Release your joy!
Rejoice!
For all that you have hoped for
and prayed for
All that you have ever dreamed
is coming to pass.
Be led at last to the secret heart
of that in which you live
and breathe and have your being.
Something wonderful is happening.
Lenedra I Carroll