Sun glints flying, marking rivets of light
the shining weaves flow, into our sacred sight.
We flow in through the golden veins of such a Miracle called Life.
Mystery folding arms around our hearts so tender in might.
Stilled to wake by dawn with hands joins by bliss
The embrace, warm joined us all, kindled by the Sun’s kiss.
There’s a river gold. It winds to all Love’s shine
and keeps us all as brights of Thine.
©2012 Linda Willows
(photo gratitude: Charles Miller)