Page Four

The sky began in softened blue,

A hush where dreams still wandered through,
And clouds in thought, not quite awake,
Held space for Sol to rise and break.

A breath of wind — a whispered chime,
A prayer in motion, out of time.
The grass below wore drops of light,
Like fireflies that bless the night.

You sat with coffee, soul aglow,
As light began its golden flow.
Jolene curled up, her breath a song,
A rhythm Earth had known all along.

The Wind then danced — her dress unseen,
She swept the clouds in threads between,
And Sol, with grace, stepped softly back,
To let the Mother chart her track.

A rain was called. The chimes rang clear.
The birds responded: “We are near.”
And you, with hands upon the cup,
Said thank you as the light rose up.

A beam returned — a warm hello —
It kissed your cheek, it made you glow.
Not blinding, no — it knew your face,
And shimmered in your eye with grace.

You felt it, more than you could speak —
The kind of light that humbles cheek.
And in that glint, the truth was spun:
The Everything is never done.


The Everything
within all things
is always One
and the kind of light
SOL gives in sight
a warm hello
from awakening night...
​The birds respond
with "we are here"
so Wind evokes motion
to let them soar...
Chimes rang then
to signal song
and in the sky
Clouds danced along

A rhythm Earth
has always known
before all signs....

God Creates in the form of rhyme.

"... Holy is Whole because the Whole is Holy ..."

"... Create Peace, God gave us Time ...