Last Love

The wind rustled her halo...tilted it to the side

Just a little bit.

A bit too much

and heaven would be wasted on the first touch

A bit too little and her grace would be by sight

and not by faith

by the way her voice is of lilac and weeping willows

She adjusted it and walked into my life

All glory

All providence

Is that all?

In the distance... a single feather gently cascaded

towards me....indicating renewal, warmth,, most definitely

Love.

And that I had always believed

When she reached for my hand I knew

She knew

The universe had known.

Grace in motion...life is eternal.

Love is the utmost

Expanding the cosmos

This is the reason why I was born.