As a flower to me,
This beautiful, weary day.
Thinking on the
Crux of our complex dilemma,
Crossed stars, and
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.