Will you meet me
   Under the willow tree before dawn,
      Take my hand and walk the crooked path
         That leads to the bank above the brook?

We'll touch earth's dewy blanket with fingertips
   As crisp morning air pinches our ankles and the napes of our necks,
      Spread a blanket of our own and sit
         Cross-legged with upturned palms and open hearts,
            A yearning for spiritual things...

We'll read to one another from holy books –
   Awareness, Unity, Love, Peace...
      Meditate to the sound of cicadas and frogs,
         Gurgling water
            And our own breathing.

We'll wait.
   For the Great Spirit,
      For insight and guidance,
         For the warmth of the Sun.

I long to meet you, to greet the day with you
   My confidant, my best friend.
      What a privilege to be at this place at this time,
         Sharing my sacred journey with you,
            Listening and learning about yours.

Will you meet me
   Under the willow tree before dawn?
      Take my hand.