Her Path Forth
Bearing the burden
great circle closes
for hearts that yearn
for union and home.
Goldenrod blooms
on the fields of the hillside
above grasses that wave upon
chestnut brown earth.
When dark clouds of parting
dim all of these things,
still the earth still remains
to sustain and support.
Love.
No forces can quell Love
yet none can compel it
No prison enclose it
Nor distraction depose it.
Save doubt.
Please then
my dearest
rest easy.
Upon threshold of Love,
The wildflowers grow,
strewn with bright hope
and future of promise.