Restoration



Like the first gleam of morning light
for a wanderer in the darkness
holding a silent promise

Like the first hesitating drop of rain
in the thirsty soil of a waterless meadow
holding a silent promise

Like the first gentle breeze
in the sails of a stagnated ship
holding a silent promise

So is the first compassionate meeting of eyes
after a depressing time of broken friendship
holding a silent promise



Facing Self