A dear friend created this poem for me. Hope you enjoy it.
In a pool of sunlight
Below the limbs of tree and man,
A sprite conjures on the forest floor
Content to weave her magic, blend her love
And wisdom into blue glass vials.
She knows, this sprite,
When to hold a pinch of moonlight
Clenched and when to set it free,
She knows that healing this –
Takes some of that …
But mending what you have and
Do not want, may never change
The pattern of your soul,
Though may remove the veil for
You to see.
Without loving and caring for others, most of us stand little chance of communing with God, no matter how many years we may spend in silent prayer." -- Bo Lozoff