Vision

There is a song
that sings to me
with nectar of sweet beginnings.
It honors all
with ears to hear
by bowing
to the end of fear.

I love you
with an endless stream
of hummingbirds
with velvet wings.
The stars pour down
their simple grace.
The moon reminds us
with her face.

There’s death
for joy to heal our life.
There's light enough
for us this night.
The one who weaves
this dance is true,
this vision
offered now to you.

I love you
with an endless stream
of hummingbirds
with velvet wings.
The stars pour down
their simple grace.
The moon reminds us
with her face.


~~Luke Anderson