flight of the butterfly, rising free
Where infinity meets the human mind
There the stark reality of the unseen thoughts prevails
Time and space folding into oblivion
A glance at the eternal corners of creation’s origin
I woke this morning
And felt a gentle breeze
I woke this morning
And heard a bird’s song
Knowing the light
I walk in God
Choosing the plight
God walks in me
Compassion: to desire to see, feel, share, bear the pain... a precursor to healing.