that the struggle must end,
that the time for sadness is past
has gone for good;
that the sweet music you hear
is the rhythm of your hopeful heart
laden with gifts of nourishment,
a lavish feast for your hunger,
a warm cup for your deepest thirst
that you will not turn from, but embrace;
that you have come at last, searching
for yourself, clothed in grace,
to offer only love.
from "Dance on a Dirt Road"