I Am Returned

(To May C. Jensen)

So long death lingered that I never knew

That spring would come for me and flower-strew

My way. Yet now I watch young summer pass

Writing your name in jewels on the grass

And weaving leis of roses that declare

Your gift of life to me. On dawn's still air

A robin chimes your praise. At dusk a breeze

Whispers your name in love through willow trees.

The little river sings for you a lay

In silver lyrics, dancing on its way.

Again, as I caress a lily's face,

You lead me to the Gardener's healing grace--

So long death lingered ... yet because of you

I am returned ... my skies cerulean blue.