Thursday, 25 October 2018

Lifting joy in finding kindred spirits . . .




Runaway water spilled out and over
Up from the broken depths
In joy its message through the hills
Rushing tumbling running laughter
Fitly greeting arriving guests
At the dance of the dawning daughters

A crowd of welcome swallows flew
Up from the rested trail
In hope they brought their fragile friends
Folding homing cached in glory
Swiftly finding a gathered clan
At the dance of the dawning daughters

Love’s tiny children spread their wings
Up from the lighted place
In peace the instant of their battle won
Laughing playing falling over
Finding each their spirit’s twin
At the dance of the dawning daughters



- From 'The Ragged Writings of Everland:' Volume One




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