When the Mists Part

i love when the mists part
to reveal you smiling
from the place
that the tragedies
of childhood
could not damage
i have held you weeping
tears from the sacred chalice
which redeem our innocence
when you sing
i hear your spirit
standing in the fountain
which overflowed
before the first breath
of creation
and my heart is illumined
by a sweetness untarnished
as angels guard the night


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(c)2003 Phil Cohen

illustrated by Patricia Ford