By The River: (April 2009) Poem by DM W

Spring's pink blossoms reside in the midst of deep green.
We can glimpse fragments of light on water and leaves.
Suddenly, I perceive the white radiance of grace
Flicker across your pale, heavily burdened face.
Such transfiguration, which nature's gods employ,
In the brief moments of an afternoon. What joy
To be here by this river; free from worldly chains!
May the spirit of Love bless this transient age.