Walking thru the Ocean of Tall Grasses
Pushed by an Impish wind,
Creating wave upon wave of flowing green
A meadowlark’s clarion call,
Summons all to join him in this still and reverent moment…
And as the Giver of Light and Warmth
Slowly moves over the Smoky Horizon
Those that fly…and walk…and swim…
And those that grow upon the land,
Pause in still Gratitude for this moment of Rebirth…
The place of Hope
Of a New Day…of New Beginnings
Each morning a gift of Renewal and Trust
A time of Enlightenment seeping into the Soul…
Awakening the awareness of something more…
Something Greater than.
All who attend this Grand Coronation
The Radiance carried gently
From one to another.
Each gently drinking their fill
And then passing it onto the next.
For All share in this Sacred Light.
And when it has been bestowed upon All,
The Light flies to the Four Directions.
And a gentle Wind follows.
Called the ‘Breath of God’,
Its ‘fingers’ gently touching the faces of the Postulants,
Speaking to each of its Delight and Wonder.
And as it races away,
Intent on ensuring that All Know of its Love
A sigh of perfect Contentment rises to the Heavens.
And the Day Begins.