The Son Also Rises
Phoenix-like I found the morning sky
and ascended into my natural self
which was busy attending to silence
and energies unaccountable, always
waiting to meet the new expectations
of life and earth and stream of time
bringing along new visions
of what might be, has been,
is and ever unfolds itself
to the expectant, waiting
heart and mind.
Christopher M. Swan 2009
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