A Vest of Memories

I know that all I see in Nature’s beauty is a reflection of heaven’s bounty – therefore my breath and duty, to nurture and respect; thus I detect in me, in the sky, and the center of a wave’s eye, a radiance as of yet to be visioned by man – longing to be worn in its purity and taken onto the soul – I fold each beam, and tuck carefully into a vest of memories; the same pocket all my treasures are kept awaiting the awakening of a greater, healed humanity –