Here I fly and so do you;
Where the ash holds the key
And hawthorn red berries dot the path.
Dappled light strikes stray leaves,
Dry sticks break under each footfall:
Here I fly and so do you.
In the circle of contemplation,
The ring of reflection, I crouch
As the small ones dance before my eyes.
A wing beats, a throat swells,
A brush waves along a branch:
Here I fly and so do you.

In our life and our believing

The love of God

JAL 28.09.2018