A Poem For June

When did time fly
On wings of purpley sunsets
and radiant sunrises

When did tea taste so good
Warm, calming sensation
Filling up my nose, ears, eyes

When did the future seem so hazy
But here and now so clear
Not speaking of the past which tends to sting

I am ready
With open arms
With eyes sparkling, feet preparing for take off

Show me Lord the path
Still my quavering heart
Remind me of the passion You have instilled in me

I am ready
I am waiting
I am holding on, to You