shadows danced across my frosted window
and there it appeared
remnants of her tiny fingertips
on a cold winter's day.
each time mother nature breathes
i imagine my love
transported on her wings,
straight to your heart.
praying for you, ayiti.
though you may not have windows
at this very hour
you do have love.
and now abideth
faith, hope, love, these three;
but the greatest of these
may love find you wherever you are today.
*Have a Conscious Friday and a divine weekend, my friends.