The Shrine

       THE SHRINE

You came seeking a sign, 
Quiet pervades the shrine, 
The sacrifice is made, 
Light illumines shade, 
Gathering winds revealed, 
The future is unsealed,

Circles end and begin,
We are where we have been, 
Time allows and denies, 
Despite the tears we cry, 
Do whatever we may, 
Tomorrow becomes today.

Memory clears and clouds, 
Wedding dresses and shrouds, 
The shrine greets us all, 
Spring, summer, winter, fall, 
Like the waves in the sea,
We will be and not be.