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PREPARED TO SING by Cheryl Anne


These words reflect my longing for the earthly season of spring…

 …as well as my longing for a renewal of life, color, and light in my heart and soul. Although my chronological age would place me more in the autumn of life, and though for most of my life I have closely identified with the muted melancholy of autumn's waning light, I have come to realize that underneath the fallen leaves of pain and sadness, I am more honestly a child of spring. 


Prepared to Sing
by Cheryl Anne

I am yet steeped in night
Winter-dark and cold
But You O Morning Sun
Are rising in my soul
I feel You moving now
Fluid full and free
Fiery sap of Spirit
Stirring once again in me
Love sweet unrepressed
No shadows to be found
Deep woundedness redressed
As You warm dry bones and ground
O Bright Morning Sun
Flow forth Your coming Spring
My feet are poised to dance
My heart prepared to sing!



Cheryl Anne: As a very young girl, I discovered the magic of turning my observations and swirling thoughts and feelings into poems and songs. The love of language; spoken, sung, and written, and also the silent language of presence, has remained through all life's twists and turns. I am a lover and celebrant of the elements and seasons of the Heart and Soul, of Earth and Spirit; finding All Life to be sacred. I deeply enjoy the privilege of sharing my life with three beloved children and a few more than three beloved friends. Presently I work in the field of in-home elder care and companioning. My greatest joy is found in being with those I so dearly love, and in the embrace and beauty of Nature. 

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  1. beautiful. love the 'fiery sap of spirit' within you.

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