"...Maybe the desire to make something beautiful is the piece of God that is inside each of us."
There is no longer choice
to do but not say,
As the wolf howls at the moon his calls of survival,
the still of dark responds to the haunting beauty of his instinct
and nature sings her chorus of God's perfection.
Too, my heart insists I pour out
my beautiful ache to the world,
for when soul finally understands that love is the air we breathe
and the color of all survival,
spirit is called to spread her wings of healing
that humanity might be transformed for eternity.
Feb. 15, 2019