On the way


In the morning, we fought
danced the dance that lovers dance
sing the songs that lovers sing
do the thing that lovers do.
But I was the one wrong.
I asked for help.
I asked for love.
And it was given
chosen
risen
lifted
up.
In the afternoon, we arrived.
At the festival of the rising son.
and we sang.
and we danced.
and we flew.
and we dreamed.
Together
forever
with hope
and joy
in the house of the Lord.


Copyright 2003 by pauly hart