Unabashedly awestruck
overtaken by the sense of wonder
filled with joyous heart connection
washed in Spirit’s spa
God works “miracles” everyday
It’s a strong and tender occupation
riding the flow of guidance
instilled with grace at surrender
struck up by God’s will, not mine
A luxuriousness of time
laid out before me
like a velvet field of daisies
Lazing about innocuously
observing ants or clouds
Tickling my own cheek
sending prickly down
of blessed dandelion
on its merry quest
Highlight of an ending note
quenched by icy fresh lemonade
A comprehensive moment
congealed ‘midst railing wanderers
cackling and moaning besides
It was not necessarily
the best of times
nor did the worst come to mind
Rather a team of instigators
playing jolly well
and happy to be
