With darkness past its peak,
sunlight charms the rain-soaked valley
after weeks of clouded skies.
Beneath the paved streets
of departed forests,
there is the pulse
of new-earth heartbeat,
waiting only for the signal
to be born
Reading of “Waiting for the Signal” with music by Tchaikovsky
Don — Beautiful! Just what I needed this Sunday morning. Thank you. Perhaps even the “poetry-challenged” TF will be capable of appreciating this.
Such a blessing to feel the collective pulse above all else.
The Heavens only ask for full surrender in negative response, no matter all supposed loss.
We do come ready for movement in signaled orchestration.
Lovely, Don, beautiful music, Sandy’s perfect photo of a new dawn coming, your words – all work together to create your refreshing poem. Thank you.
That really is a lovely lyric. Pocket sized, to carry with me for the rest of the day.
Don, this is hopeful. Hurrah!
New-Earth’s pulsing signal is set to be born inevitably, when it’s borne out in me, in Us– in Light, hence with ease. NOW is our time!