Dawn had painted the sky pink
And the scent of roses was unmistakable
As you gazed upon my face.
That gleam in your eye...
That smile upon your lips...
I knew they were familiar.
A fresh breeze caressed my hair
And sang sweetly in my ear...
Be Still and Know….
And then I understood...
The gleam in your eye was my own reflection,
The smile upon your lips the rising sun.
Now all around me, through me, in me,
I heard the breeze echoing your Name.
And then my voice rang out with joy "I Am"!
Claudette Dean
Freeport, Bahamas,
May 11, 2010