moments of weakness
Straighter than well-marked arrow’s flight, the sunbeams cascade upon the world, their progress halted only by the leaves, which splinter the rays into sun-petals which quiver on the soil in the blushing breeze.
Where have you gone, innocence? I can capture glimpses of you, but the deep-breathing revelry in the scent of the grass seems lost. My heart feels a long-standing tiredness from the daily exertions, and I exhale. When, Lord? When will I clasp her hands in mine and spiral about through the greenness of our own mirth before You? Let me come quickly to her, Father.