by Mary Gunderson
Standing still – no more – no more
Though path be dark
Laughter sings – it must sing
And dance within our heart!
Unknown – they call it
Settled in my feet
That I may never move
Sat heavy in a thought
This heavy lifing – lifting
Of my weighed down wounds
Rising – sun rising
The agony yet there
One candle lights
Another might
And bring us through the path
Laughter – still rising