Reflections of Innocence
To awaken to the heartbeat of nature,
To the silent pulse of creation as it echoes
through the airy stream
to the ends of God's universe.
And there is love, reflecting in your eyes,
Like sunlight reposed on blue waters.
Your eyes, I behold-your tender eyes,
In this breath of my awakening.
Don Williams Fall 1984
(From Poems of the Bride)
Copright 2001