On the universe
I ponder
Under laden skies
I wander
Feeling like I’m in rehearsal
Is this feeling universal?
Collecting things as I am able
Protecting things upon my table
Hold them to my Heart so close
Blocking flow
A poison dose
I cannot continue thus
I must find a change in thrust
Laden Heart cannot receive
Blessings not can I achieve
Changes to my plan for living
Love is what I show up giving
Thought I needed endless baubles
Saw they led instead to squabbles
When be broke or stolen might
Now without them I take flight
Light of load and broad of wing
To the Universe I sing
Songs inviting Harmony
Peace and Hope
I will to be
These clichés we’ve tired of
All those things that come from Love
Yet prominent to us remain
Prayers of hope are not in vain
Bless these things
I’ll be the Bearer
Of these things
I am now Wearer
Lighter load than I am used to
Most important that I choose to
Bring these Presents to the world
Free of burden
Wings unfurled
Knowing of the things that are
Messages from Moon and Star
Burden gone a new lot taken
Beneath this sky we’re not forsaken
