The hues of the sunrise 
on a clear winters morn
lift the veil off my heart 
through itís tattered and worn

The enlightening of my spirit 
is a celebration of my soul
I could not see who God was 
through the dogmas I was told

Ones own truth is a freedom 
that knowledge brings the heart
Itís a beacon on the path of a journey 
just to start.

Juanita, January 2001