
In fear and trembling,
I make not a sound.
While Light absorbing,
Love's water is found
for Wisdom's greening
Being thus chosen,
I integrate; here
with now, there, and then,
resigning my fear
to learn ache's lesson.
In the space/time rift,
bounds are trespassed.
Yes, my spirits lift;
hear my voice at last,
feel my healing gift.
CarlFMaulbeck