Flow
I watched a glass goblet clean itself in patience of beauty
The tingling ring in sparkle water
was the evidence
of the slow unfurl of a flower
I imagined a symphony of open palms
swaying
spreading winged tips
flowing blankets of kindness
caressing
golden light that never flames
but shines
The measure of humanity
clearly defined
Copyright © Gabrielle Jordan | Year Posted 2018
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