a gesture of a feeling
a picture on a ceiling
a doctor in his dealing
Effortlessly healing
and I am moved

prayer of a pine tree
flowing in the wind
rooted but free
reminding me of me
and I am moved

edifices of people gone by
never thinking they would die
mysterious, mystical scriptures
learning as I try
and I am moved

split second of that look
saying chapters in a book
filling up my heart
every corner, each nook
and I am moved

like waves to the shore
shaken to the core
leaving marks on time
a legacy for sure
and I am moved

easily I am moved
adding passion to my fire
taking me ever higher
not broken though tired
breathing to be inspired.
--Tuesday, April 17, 2012