Armored with Gold Roses


after I had walked,
my ring finger brushed
flowers and petals 
but spirit moved me 
I ran until I was tired
the grass beneath me
Mother Earth at peace
all in harmony
//
so I only sighed
when I was tired
and I picked myself
up, catching the wind
to see/feel glory 
there the buds of love.

Ephesians 6.14