Holding

I passed through fields of silk



and lace





and gold;



Chased the clouds,



and watched the sun unfold transparent gauze of light.



I drank it in.

And as the blanket, cool, descended on my skin,

I bowed in thanks again



for this small glimpse of Him Who gave a voice to stars



and holds me in His hand.

(For an old friend who is holding on, seeing the beauty in the midst of heaviness)