I have heard Your faintest whisper in my deepest quiet rest
We Spoke of You in the hushed tones of raining blue midnight
I have dreamt Your feather touch upon the soils weary brow
Now I hear the golden trumpets spill out their brazen songs
The gaudy heralds mark Your coming along the blessed perfume path
You are here now upon my threshold, welcomed and welcoming
Newborn Green and Strengthened Sun dance wildly at your feet
Blood red birds sing out to You upon Your sacred throne
Humble Herb recites his wisdom, the philosopher of Spring's court
Abundance is your shining raiment
Rebirth is your fiery song
Glorious is Your whispered promise
- Chris Getz
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