Each spring
my thoughts
sprout again
into poems.
Rambling commentaries
and instant insights,
flashes of inspiration
while rainbow flowers unfold.
Weaving thought waves
and reflections
on a loom
of new hope.
Seeking once again
a new path
through an old forest,
following the soul’s
continual desire
to flame up
and be renewed.
Shadows and sunrays
fall across the pathway,
a mysterious bird
is singing,
harmonizing alone.
And then,
in a moment of silence
a prayer is born.
Two butterflies
dancing together
ascending heavenward
as one.
Life’s parable resting tranquil
between nature’s constant heartbeat:
God as the lover
of creation the beloved.
