Arcing through the wild blue sky,

piercing the nation’s ready eye,

throughout the day,

to conspire…


Some will stay

and some will go,

to the heavens

a steady flow,

of soul’s lost

and free of pain,

on their way….

to peace.

Miracles occur minute

by minute,

let this be the harbinger,

for change.

Love is the way,

feel it grow,

present or not,

now is the hour…

for all of us

to claim our power.