Breaking Through
And on this day, she 'gan to move.
And on this day, earth trembled.
For on this day, both earth and sky,
And stars, themselves, remembered.
For music spoke,
And music sang,
And music doth remembered,
That secret song,
That secret heart,
That she had thought dismembered.
That secret flew; became a star,
And she it's growth would kindle.
To form a light, a beacon hence,
Within her heart, a window.