flower

As a flower to me,

This beautiful, weary day.

Thinking on the

Crux of our complex dilemma,

Crossed stars, and

Everlasting-wondering what-if.

Strolling hand-in-softly-hand,

I have eased into those clouds,

Seeking the comfort of any sanctuary.

Held deep within His grey-blue sky,

My poignancy comes and goes, but

My framework remains,

Strengthened and emboldened,

And I lift my heart, singing, sighing,

To thank God for that.