Aspirations, Flowers of the Heart

The future is but a moment away.
A time of vision,
Of change,
Miracles.
One era fulfilled,
A new day dawning.
The Alpha,
The Omega,
A beginning,
An end,
And in the nighted sky the heavenly choir sings out their call,
A beacon,
Summoning the travelers into the diversity of the cosmos.
Turn the key.
Open the door.
The Morningstar awakens.
Healing,
Renewal,
The stars await,
Endless adventure,
"I am".
Such are the Aspirations,
Flowers of the heart.

Douglas James Kilburg
The Woodsinger