Welcome
You made it
I had a beautiful daydream this morning
of people scattered across
a golden grass hillside-
some gathered by the tents and a big movie screen
waiting for the cover of darkness
some walking along a dirt path between the tents and the house
kids shouting and running between each other
two friends staring out at the landscape
A wheelbarrow full of flowers
Golden hourThe smell of toast.
I’ve been crossed
And I’ve been doubted
I’ve lied before
And been a chore
Sometimes the only things pretty and shiny
Are the rocks in the stream
And the sunlight behind me
It takes no effort then to glow
However tall however low
I felt up there some heavenly gesture
Waving gayly
Dancing circles
Laughing flowers in view of grace
Who’d never before
Known a sense of place
Like I feel nothing more
Rocks in the stream
Sunlight behind me
However tall however low
Build your trust in the opening
door
spring back the Hopes you grow
Reach out your hand to flowers and fruit
Bite the soft skin
taste the sweet in the bruise
