flight of the butterfly, rising free
In each and every moment
Providence fills the heart
Remembering to remember
Love is the place to start
light springs forth from the bloom
reflected in the song of the robin
love is the food that feeds us all
when joy of the moment pauses for a breath
heaven is born in the heart of a friend
who kisses the hand that heals
light born in the heart of peace
hope of an early morning dream