Life settled in my palm as would a faceted cloud.
Ephemeral shooting stars of myriad colour jostled
for position like children before a favourite teacher.
“Choose me”, sparkled effervesant through my mind.
I did not understand, where was God?
"I am here" ,came a voice like all the cathedral choirs and yet as intimate as whisper, "this is your show.
Thus creation began.
open your thought widely
allow the earth to be an example
know the otters joy,
eagles fierce flight
celebration of a rising lark
learn how to be.
Copyright © PATRICIA CRESSWELL | Year Posted 2018