We stand, as ever, at a point on the wheel
Remembering that we begin each journey
Only when we are brought to our first step

We wake each morning
Because we have slept through the night


We rejoice in the burgeoning springtime
Because we have waited, in the arms of the Mother
Through the season of darkness and cold


JYD #13!!! "Nobody knocks off an old man in my neighborhood and gets away with it." - The Burbs