EDDY'S PAGE
by Eddy Robey M.A.

Open on first light at every daybreak,
A golden head turned east to see her lord.
Always watching, from his presence to take
The warm inspiration he sends toward
His faithful little handmaiden. She will
Follow every move he makes, dancing just
A step behind the master, who can fill
All the seeds of hope within her heart. Dust
Is transformed into glitter as he goes,
And so she strains each tender petal to
Receive whate'er she can of that which flows
From his magnificence. He moves through
All her world and heart, while she gently sways
In longing admiration, and sweet praise.