Rivers of Light,
Streaming and swirling,
Caress with radiant glow The Child,
A Dreaming Star to Light the World!

Your essence flows into the soul of Easter,
A universe rising to new life with every breath,
And every smile,
And every sound of the music of you.


In my arms I feel your face upon mine

And I soar in holy realms of wonder and hope:
I give you all I am
And yet you, in tender peace, have borne me,
With tears of joy,
To the Light of Heaven.

. . . In the wake of Tristan
and the eclipse of the sun.

August 11, 1999