Renewing Spirit

When I see eagles soar

Or tears reflected in the morning dew,

Or shimmering sunlight touch the face

Of brooding mountain lakes,

My heart reverts to you.

And like the welcome breeze

That fills the sails

Of restless sailing ships

Lolling at anchor

In some tranquil bay,

You sweep into my mind

And cast aside all doubts 

And dark imaginings.

And with the yearning of a thirsting land,

I am like clay,

Replenished in your hand.

Idris Rees Hughes