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!
