wandering far . . . never leaving here . . .
looking but not seeing . . . longing to see all clear . . .
exploring circles . . . chasing out with inner near . . .
black holes dance . . . seeking breath of One so dear . . .
as day follows night, as Spring follows fall
so my heart follows light while my mind questions all
and my spirit whispers softly . . . come, have no fear
Light . . . Love . . . Vision . . . Peace . . . One
thoughts: December 10, 2018 Jeanne Hicks Barnett