Here
where the stillness breathes in silent wonder,
softly met from time to time
by flowers slightly stirred and
by wings blending with universal rhythms
Here
where the freshness cleans and cleanses
in beauty and oneness
Here
where the mountains envelop
with their ancient spirits
singing and safeguarding
the sanctity and fullness of life
and eternal verities
Here
you are!
a fresh, golden buttercup,
new, sturdy, fragile,
shining as the snow melts
your eternal friendship
lightly held and firmly known
in all the vast and secret places
that hearts and spirits find
in traveling on beyond.
Here
the sun and you are golden, joyous friends,
laughing in the sparkling, dancing circle
where we join and hold your hand.
For my mother, Marguerite Kober Gerlach
Margery Layton
1978
