SUNDAY POEM
I see you hanging from each tendril of the mysterious Spanish moss
That dangles elegantly from the trees that line the darkened path
And there - peeking out are your rays of sunlight piercing the dark to light the way
And there - darting red of cardinal wings flitting bush to branch, fence post to pillar
Then lost from view into the lush foliage above
And there - again - your touch in gentlest breeze that sways the moss that drapes this wondrous world
Prayer Girl
(The theme of my 11th step retreat this weekend was "PEACE".
So - PEACE BE WITH YOU)
Photo credits: ME :)





