Rhythm of Life

Cruel the words that bound. Holy Spirit guide me, I pray. “Exalt the marvel of life. Paint with thanksgiving Your colours on Her palette.” May countless His mercies be. I must have done some right. I thank my fathers. I thank my Mother for Her labour. I paint the pictures. How pleasing to me sitting by the stream. Loving the sounds as water sings, over rocks and boulders. Willows strung by the wind. Notes… filling the bars of my soul. What a magnificent opera. Angels ave, Thanking Her for Her labour. Exalting the marvel of life. Beauty it seems is there. Beauty it seems is here. Beauty in the spirit- what shall be! Pray my spirit arch with rainbows into my tomorrow. Dancing stars my dark alight. Spiritual Mother, As I wean on Your breast I pray for Your eternity. Meandering thoughts; one said. How green the valleys. Lilies thanking me, you and them (there and then) Dynamic this All Soul. What is Your plan? Casting pebbles in Life’s pond? Each resonating Her silence. Rippling a miracle- Birth? Death? “Heed the rhythm of life.”