DITTY – Iris O

Let the times pass over you,
like the clouds that cross the face of the sun
as they smile and frown
and leave shining and shadow in their wake
upon your face,
with caresses
of gold and glowing,
and see what He will spin within
the silks of your soul,
the fibres of your being,
which emanate and mesh with DNA of Divine tapestry

There is no waste in this place
so give space
don’t hold on but let go,
and let the leaves of aspen
applaud your stirred breezes

– Iris O