Like first-flight birds, the days together flow.
Breathing deeply, I know where I have been.
Life dapples the soul with flame and sorrow.
Helios’ disc in my eyes rises slow.
I stop and let (some) soft healing begin.
Like lazy waves, the days together flow.
Wind shakes songs from the trees, songs I used to know.
It takes just moments to remember my sins.
Life dapples the soul with flame and shadow.
The sun warms my back and I overflow
With hope that I’m not quite broken within.
Like prayer and faith, the days together flow.
Shades clutch my heart with frozen grasp, and though
I once ignored, I now feel the weight of their din.
Life dapples the soul with flame and woe.
But look, though the Star sits back on His throne,
Hope that one day soon, He will come again.
Life dapples our souls with flame and softer glow,
But, oh, how I’ve loved the way the days have flown!