flight of the butterfly, rising free
Glorious heavenly Father,
Flood me with your light
So that I might be
A kind and loving beacon
A calming moment
Sitting on a concrete bench
The stillness broken only
By the songs of the birds in the trees overhead
Lost and small, awakened to the Universe.
Scribe of the angels’ wandering thoughts
father, son, student, teacher, walker, man
breathed in light
breathed out words
rider on the moments of change
quiet sage, humble scribe, lessons’ learner
awakened singer
creation’s song
singing along