In Gratefulness, I thankfully believe— that all is now, manifesting—
& from your soul,
I discovered Thy Self in me, & I took to heart the Art of living… When I take a Breath, I, now, recede——
to the initial barriers that determined the farm from the country.
To be of fruit that grows from Truth’s vine,
to be of a root that resounds throughout time– For, in your eyes, I witnessed the portal of Thy soul;
I saw the Thee within—
forsaking my necessity for control.
In the wake,
I rise from my stone once in gold:
brushing of such shoulders,
that we were told to grow old.
I tell myself in seconds,
of minutes in rhyme,
to allow my best intentions to surface,
naturally, sourcing Kind.
I was running with the bridges,
I thought to burn & meld;
I was vicariously living through
the Milton I felt.
Happy Grandfather’s Day to my ultimate Soul-Guide – I love you more each & everyday, Grandpa. I echo my soul, you gave.