Recognise in all things
Your Potential has Wings
It takes flight
Shakes off the dust
Feeling it must
Reach to light

Its seed swells in your breast
Breath in your lungs fills your chest
Ideas flow
Then grow
And create
Beauty full and fresh
Wrapped in a golden mesh
Of Divine Love
Raining from above

You are filled
The urge stilled
Ideas flourish
They nourish
Your very essence
In the presence
Of your Truth

Annette Abraminko (c) 2012