The radiant light
Cascades through the foliage
Through the smoke the
Crackling of the flame
Through the woods the
Echos of a mother’s
Call.
In the melodic musings of
The birds overhead.
You Echo.
In the quiet, in the cries;
In the silence and the laughter;
You Echo:
“Remember.”
A plumb line to follow.
You are in good company.
“Remember.”
You are in good company.
A company of the Saints.
