I turn to you.

March 14

I turn to you. The dawn reverses. The oak grows into an acorn. The Song becomes unsung. I turn to you. There are tattered brambles where once stood walls. There are withered moonflowers where once stood the Tower. There is silence where once stood the town. I turn to you. The people have left. The prophets have gone back Home. The men from town still count their silver pieces. I turn to you. And in my turning I am redeemed, I am forgiven for my magnificent doubt. I find again the peace that eluded me, the peace I taught myself to forget. I turn to you. And in my turning is the secret of the Word, the whisper of the dawn, the foundation of Heaven. I turn to you. And in my turning I find your embrace, the embrace I know now I never left. I turn to you.