Fitting in
something small
inside the Hand
that feeds us All
around the Garden
hidden stones harden
forming a Secret Wall
fountains of Flowers
forsaking the Hours
Span the Distance
between You and Eye
The knowing in-between pillars of uncertainty
pulses with rhythm of life sustained beyond
the arbitrary kingdoms of despair, loss, mortality, passage
In the Desert
a silent flower blooms,
a prayer in Quiet Rooms
a Star in the sky where Midnight Looms
Fitting in something Small,
inside the Hand
that Feeds us All …