Vol. 2. / 177.) Triad Light

A lone briar rose bends her head

The sun has warmed her entire being

Nectar un-gathered gathers sweetness

But there is none to see or hear her

The sparrow revels in another realm

Of sky sourced she is given to water

In an element not her own she plays

Heaven’s own arms wrap round her

Rains sunlit upon the leaf ends wait

But a fall of diamonds time allows

They pause, they shine, then speak

In doing nothing of themselves

All that I have . . .

Comes from you within me

All that I am . . .

Is what you have given me to be

All that I can do . . .

I do with you

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