At long last
I am rested
Once again my
Wounds have healed
My armor strong
And swords sharpened
I have awakened
From winters lull
To springs birth
The long cloudy
Days of monsoon
Emotions and raining
Heartache have finally
Been replaced with
Fresh growth and
Greenness at long
Last now I
Wonder what and
Where and if
While standing upon
The hill of
My life trusting
That newness is
Beyond the next
Crest and valley
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 