A Murder Of Trees...Photos I took after a tornado blew through my apartment complex.

Flight

Seek me and find me, at the edge of everything that is nothing
Oh wisdom, oh love, bestow me your gifts that I may pass them on.
Time traveled through me, in and around my heart, carefully lifting it up
and setting down as to disturb nothing
leaving me with the emptiness that I’ve always known.

Behold, a new heaven and a new earth, wrapped in his splendor guarded by his angels
Behold, I lay at the foot of the tree awaiting his arms to carry me away
I was given such gifts; to love without condition, to see without sight,
to travel without moving, to love without knowing, and knowing without being taught.
These gifts, these curses, these wonderful terrible blessings.

Do you feel that? Yes, there, the wind in my eyes.
He is speaking, he is moving, that god in the everything
that ship on the seas, that storm without warning
that swaying of the hull, that calm of morning, he is speaking
There, his breath, his warm breeze traveling over my brow

The sails have taken flight, he is coming for me.

J.M. Prater