Friday, March 25, 2011


In solitude I find Thee
Quiet moments meant for me
Sun reflecting pink and blue
Bright yellow orange in hue
Silent blowing of the wind
Creates in me a bend
A crease of change upon blank page
Reminds that 'all the world's a stage'
Each stroke, detailed movement
Revolves around improvement
I step, stumble, leap, diverge
Varied courses converge
Create life built in time
Choices, chances, chaos, rhyme
Woven with butterfly effect
So magnificently imperfect
Laid at the feet of the One
Who's love made me come undone

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