On gossamer wings she rode with a prayer and a song to carry her.
The twinkling stars each with their own sparkle, etched the directions to the heart of the matter.
Silk colored rainbows shimmered as the sun peeled over the horizon, kissing the moon goodnight.
Light sheds hope in the darkest of moments.
Faith is is the fiber of our souls.
The unknown pervades the wrestling mind.
Somersaults on asphalt open to the rich soil of Mother Earth,
healing bruises and fractured hearts.
Angels of gossamer wings sustain me, from the earth to the heavens.
I float as “God holds us in the hollow of his hands”.
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