Above the hardened world I see a cloud
white edges soft but dark pervades its heart
beside the brook a stone so bright and proud
her striking beauty makes her stand apart
I bow my fingers wrap around her waist
I lift her from her lesser comrades there
I touch the smoothness of her face
her sheen and curving lines without compare
I want to take her home with me to keep
I pause and hear the moving gurgling brook
and cast her back into the liquid deep
I hear her splash and take a final look
     And with her loss I feel a tiny grief
     but smile I touched her being oh so brief

tiny little Thing,
the size of a bean,
Your Life in my hand.
the power of Your presence,
forever my life lesson:
teaching me who i am.
despite the soul i returned,
from earth to heaven,
i feel part way forgiven.
Your spirit lives on,
in my humble pursuits
to dream, to smile, to be strong.
in this new life i was given:
some days I'm lost on the breeze,
others are breathless and reverent.
Always thankful,
always penitent
for the life I so foolishly took.
With love that is Yours
Always honoring this day,
when it was I who was born.


*In memory of 3 September 2009