Advent

I stand with the trees, as they wait for the rain.

I dance with their leaves, as they breathe the wind.

Upon the sea the storms are gathering,

as life within my womb like lightning

strikes the brink of mankind's dreams.

I walk with the earth, as she circles the heavens.

I talk to the sky, as he fashions the seasons.

The waltz of life has found its pace;

the language of love has found its voice

within the bounds of time and space.

I stand with the fields, as they wait for the grain.

I bide with the meadows, as they bathe in the sun.

Above the land the clouds meander,

as life within my womb like thunder

shakes the stars from their jeweled beams.

I stand with the earth; I dance with the sky.

A well of joy, o gods, am I.