The shades of the soul when it
returns to earth and awaits resurrection are caught in sunlight dances of
iridescence and dapplement. But the heart in life you must leave intact and let
it beat out its uncertain rhythms in the slow, inglorious time of desire. It
will not forgive, forget, nor forswear, when there is ever hope to dream rain
shall weep across arid pastures; watering all the dry furrows of emptiness with
late summer joy
