Meadow

Out of the desert and into the rain,
My soul begins to feel again.
So many years I've spent wandering,
Seeming aimless in my suffering.
Yet now I can see hope on the horizon,
Colors bright, and passions enliven.
This path will still hold great mystery,
But I can carry on with eyes to see.
My spirit afresh with joy & peace;
The grip of despair must release.
I depart the desert, once my home,
Walking into the meadow no more to roam.

3/17/2012