I met you in the silent dusk
your voice only the crickets
your garments on the horizon
beginning in blue, then to lavender,
and then easing so carefully to pink.
I saw you again for the first time.
You reveal yourself in subtlety.
The moon glorifies you....
praising you in form...in light
You are the birds' song
singing just for me.
You are the tenderness of a deer...
gazing with wonder straight to my soul.
I am born again. "Bathed in Heavenly Light"