Awakening

My soul has seen me coming
From a region I can’t name,
Walking on a yonder
Green and grassy plain.

Climbing towards horizons
Where winter wheat has grown,
I intersect a blue sky
From dreams that I have known.

My soul has seen me coming
From a farther distant place
And whispers out a welcome
Like sunshine on my face.

From a silent, dreaming slumber
Lay such a mystery
From the darkness into light,
My soul awakens me…

I carry songs of robins
And build my nest inside
My soul has seen me coming…
In me it will abide.

Sharon Frye