I am the window;
He the rising sun
that passing through
makes us shine as one.

He is the Light,
what shall be my name —
born of earth
and then reborn again?

I am the clay,
soft-molded by His hand,
wherein his Spirit dwells
to walk again this land.

He will refine me,
purify my soul;
and I will love Him
as He makes me whole.

Since January 20, 2005

©2001 Shirley Anne Leonard
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