WHERE they dwell they weep,
luminous souls without seam.
The morning glory beyond,
a promise over all horizons!
They flitter, each by one alike,
across the fields and hearts,
the many, too many to count,
in God’s mystery garden of Life.
And when they touch human souls,
their heavenly feathers awaken
you in His glory and windy-melody,
and you, the child, Awakened!
:: 08-31-2014 ::