Thursday 7 December 2017

Tiny little hand in mine


little tiny hand in mine
what lies ahead
who can discern?
at least for this gentle
moment
we are as one
our breathing
tuned with a vibrational hum.
a glittering speck in your hair
that maybe I am only aware
but is a sign for me
dear babe
that the Divine has sanctioned
your presence with
some sublime foresee.
our lives tossed together
in this vast space
and for this brief
sparkled dot in time
all is bright and shining
in the weave of your new design.

mj 1.9.16 poem and photo




http://www.kindspring.org/my/pics/mem/116446/up_5a138f9b950bb3.41363150_lg.jpg

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