It’s all been freed, let go
to flow down my cheeks,
the softened syllables soaring outward
All the silent wondering’s been loosed,
set off into the slipstreams swift current.
The lightness of love is slick on its surface
opalescence swirling, being carried at Godspeed
defying the sense that we are the well spring.
The truth is defined by something bigger,
only granting us stewardship of love’s blessing.