Blueprints

As the sun neither sets nor rises. As the moon faces us seen or not. As ocean waves roll as they're told, and the world's winds whirl over shifting continents along corridors of storm, cloud, or desert calm.

So may the breath of God be felt in a child's laughter, or an old soul's final moment, or a loved one's lost scent, or within joys of friendship.

As stars devour the distance of space, and galaxies assume all shapes of gravity and growth, so do stellar bodies disappear away to somewhere else unknown, just vanishing in silence.

There's much more to know which is a hopeful way of saying we're forever roaming, alone with our vaulted imaginations, still restless, still seeking.