From a place too hard,
I felt it coming like warm rushing
Of something wonderful remembered.
The stone slowly
It was more than birth or rebirth,
More a gentle, bright collision
of truth, of coming to be,
With the knowing and stirring of Spirit.
And from my conversion to my consecration,
Will the change be a brighter truth
That prepares for
My essential flight of spirit?

[illustration] Painting by James C. Christensen