How sad it is to not receive,
to sit alone and mournfully grieve,
would be as the flowers, in the spring,
refusing to open to what the sun brings,
craving the warmth of summers caress,
but so traumatized by winters distress -
afraid to reach out and feel the kind kiss
that is waiting there in sunrise mist,
waiting to fall upon life's ground,
look, it's calling from all around!
calling, "Trust this warming of the sun,
your time for living has just begun...."
