In solitaire I walk this morn,
with non but light’s soft hue adorn.
Within this path that finds my soul,
I pray Gods’ keeping, life found whole.
For in taking of all things;
such swift removal times can bring…
I root myself upon one Bright
and hold Thy stance with all my might…
In solitaire the Soul is known
begotten, loved and never Lone.
© republish 2014, 2012 Linda Willows
photograh by Kupanova