a million miracles

whispers in the wind
brushing free
yesterday's need,
and
the
chit-
chatter
gossip of birdsong
ring this
moment
with chaotic calm.
As is Her way.

humbled,
awestruck,
and empowered,
i kneel
and give thanks
for the beauty.


a mere spark,
of an itinerant flame,
seeking secrets
that loom within.


let me sing and
let me dance.
let me share the joy
of you,
with you.



this boundless love is yours,
mother,
so let us
dance,
as children do.

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