This is a poem sent to my agent by Shaye Areheart, who is now my publisher at Harmony Books, after we met with them about Epiphany. She said the project inspired it so she sent it along. I love it and she has given me permission to post it here. A publisher poet, who knew?! so cool…
I had an epiphany.
It was snowing and everything was white.
I could not see anything that wasn’t pure light.
I stood in the storm and said my name over and over.
At last I found myself,
– Shaye Areheart