Poem - Untitled


My friends
they fill one hand
A finger at a time.

My Blessings
they quickly fill the other fingers.

They drip down into the webbing of my hand
like Our Rain
it's Beauty the beads of moisture
cascading down
gathering on
leaves in the sun.

They form a sleeve up my arm
like a vine
They wrap around me
like a blanket from Mum
a gift from the One,

a cocoon
in which I sit
Grow sleepy, -----
Rub my eyes..
..these butterflies.

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