She Breathes
From childhood
she has been seeking
something she could not name
not even imagine.
Colors of the sunset,
waves of the ocean,
music of the heart,
a voice of an angel,
books of holy words,
gardens of wonder,
sweet reminders of Home.
This child could fly.
Then …
she grew up.
Reading books,
following teachers,
her spirit expanded.
Growing a family,
her heart found peace.
Now silently she sits
in the garden of roses,
looking without seeing,
hearing without listening,
writing poems without purpose.
A field of white light
all around.
She breathes Grace.
A. Garden, December 2014
Theo and Mira 