Walking in from such a frigid day,
brisk-stepped clattering still in mind,
the warm air welcomed, wafted voices
saying ways to soar from dark to kind.
- Flashing through the dimness of the room
were brilliant whites emblazoning the gloom
of drab-green mother cactus quite content
to birth these beauties in this firmament.
- How could you meditate a year, through heat and snow
in quiet, knowing how we yearn His sign
that loveliness abides in all our growing -
glowing us when needed most, at healing time.