"Rites of Transition, Time and Place"

There's a place
Where even the searching sea
Finds a peaceful shore upon which to rest.

Where the fierce winds pause in stillness
To mull over a lifetime of force and strength.

Where a rolling stone
Weakened from it's weary journey,
Ceases its steady pace, then nestles
Beneath a swollen bank.

Where even a wandering soul
Finds a broken heart in which
Love is asked to stay.

Where once null, the promises
At the end of the rainbow
Fill their pot of gold for forever.

When at last...
Even life must find a place
Where all the dreams once wished will find a smile
upon which to plant their final kiss.

© 1997 - Gloria Jean