I have dug wells of sorrow from which I sip and bathe
It is done
I say it is done!
In the Spring it is done and done again
I am sorry to you, Summer Noon
I feel your missed blessing hung from a chain on my past and I never let you rise to greet me, not once
I see you shaded and blurred
HOT above me just wanting to love me.
I recall the links I kept adding on  and on to keep you from me
I wanted to let go of you-
Unmovable Bright beaming God! And I couldn't so each link was a whispering clink and cinch
Chained up to your unmovable bliss.
My words are a prayer.
That I may let go and
Warm my soul on the Summer's Solstice
That I may rise with the sun as my guide
That I may melt the coldly chained past into a silvery gem which I will keep in my heart as sacred.
And when the sun sets each day, the moon may shine on my silvery gem and charge it with wonder
And remind me that nothing is lost,
It is only transformed.
Each moment is still and kind.
All is one
All is one