Litany 2004-02-09

Silently singing, walking rooted;
open, soaking up the suns,
I came upon one in grief,
with wilted leaves and a rush of cold.

I reached, as came the torrent
Over and through
Chilling even as it passed
and nothing was there.

And so the Eye turned in
and saw...
and sang once more,
for the beauty of Life.

Thanks to those who helped me see, and to Frank Herbert for an inspiration.