That's Love, perhaps, - tormenter and a teacher, -
Inspired grounds in the wings of doves.
Noone can challenge choices of the ether,
So deeply overpowering the flaws.

Just now, today, and centuries ago,
A line of ink in masterful disorder
Conveys a touch, a miracle of flow,
And shines with seven Suns on weak and chordless.

Another minute in the waiting glow.
Another day in spirit of the flight...
Tremendous gift of counting the odds
Is precious, there is nothing wrong to right.

August 2024