Waves of thundering determination.
Washing upon the shore, a clam overflowing with pearls.
Clarity that puts a crystal clear mirror to shame.
Quick holy moves submitted for delivery.
No stamps needed as this mail is carried by angels.
Recipients are messengers of Christ.
The ripples are melting into love steaming from the pots of every home.
Reckless hope infused with calming wings of prey pondering their own existence.
They turn their face towards God and bow down to humility streaming into changed hearts.
For when you follow your heart path, you can’t help but see the Face of God.
Amen. So it remains.