Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.

In a rich moonlit garden, flowers open beneath the eyes of entire nations terrified to acknowledge the simplicity of the beauty of peace.

Everywhere we shine death and life burn into something new…

Compassion crowns the soul with its truest victory.

History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned grief into beauty.

This is what our love is––a sacred pattern of unbroken unity sewn flawlessly invisible inside all other images, thoughts, smells, and sounds.

A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmareto the jeweled vision of a life started anew.

Death wins nothing here,gnawing wings that amputate––then spread, lift up, fly.

Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.

I place my fingers upon these keys typing 2,000 dreams per minute and naked of spirit dance forth my cosmic vortex upon this crucifix called language.

Where humanitysowed faith, hope, and unity, joy’s garden blossomed.

Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks.

Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.