Capistrano


As swallows weave

 through suckling meadows

and new leafed springs…

we too,

build our nests,

wing towards sunlit moons,

watch our young sip fresh dew…

and like those who flew before us,

quilt golds with dry hands

which brown and curl like cupfuls of leaves…

holding dewdrops

before we fly somewhere beyond the skies … 

of Capistrano 



What a wonderful life…:)

Blessed are You… King of the Universe who has restored our souls to us this day!

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