Sing-song a Swaying
Morning’s melody of winged ones ring-ring my thoughts.
Robin’s rosy belly and Hummingbird’s bizz-buzz business.
Window panes prefer their hop-hop.
Move swiftly, they chide. Tick-tick to next things.
Sorrow for but a moment. Sing-song a swaying sonnet.
Looking beyond, lasso the Milky Way. Ceaseless Handy-Man.
Daddy’s here. All things new. Glimmer-shimmer in the sunlight.
Sparkle me with your piqued pitter-patter until I can see the way through.
Scarlet cords strewn about. Woven together, weebles wobble a wavy way.
Wound around weathered mountains scaled and left-behind. Breathless.
I see You. The path You’ve set for me. Expansive. Expensive. Ever-opening.
Courage on, I enter the dance. Nobility not known. Never mind.
Reaching into realms. Day’s light drip-dropping into ceaseless sea.
Ceaselessly see me, singing so that You see. You are all to me.
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