May 23, 2008

  • A Quiet Stroll

    The days pass by like leaves. The wind circles all around.

    I walk in quiet twilight and wait, sincere, for sound.

    My ears are keen, astute.

    I hear a procession--harps and flutes.

    Your music fills my senses.

    I dance Father...for I'm your princess.

    Ribbons in soft, pastel cascade from my hair.

    In this sheer happiness. I feel you here.

    I celebrate loud and in joyous laughter.

    You are victorious. You sing over disaster. 

     Restorer, Creator, Potter, and Maker,

    You knead the bread. You are the baker.

    I fill myself on the goodness of your being.

    This food consumes me. It fastens my seeing.

    Eyes lined by waterfalls, shimmering in light.

    You will forver be My Beacon of Sight!

    Kimi Willingham