The sun falls away in brilliance
joining the moments of the day
in a cup of gratitude
for a life filled with the realization
that the sound of an angelic child singing
deliver tears from a mysterious place.

In that moment, all the shame, discord, fear, and anger
well up and run down this sad face of mine.

I wonder if the life lights up in my eyes.

Do the threads create a tapestry of etheric beauty untouched.
Or do they become woven in a birds’ nest
planne by the robin visiting my porch?

^{Image by JillWellington from Pixabay}