Bright Meadow

I grow in Her Heart
as She grows in mine;
less poetic, more plain
with the passing of years.
The Sun and the Rain; 
Her smiling through tears.
The softening of pain, 
and sloughing of fears. 
I become more resilient,
pliant, and free; more 
like I was made to be.
Small wildflower in the 
Lady's Bright Meadow;
mine the dance of light and shadow. 

~Cheryl Anne Maris 
Assumption Eve 2021