The light within darkens when I forget my daily baptism.
A sports hero: my envy, my passion haunts my dreams.
The steeple, even with a bicycle seems unreachable.
If I could water ski to somewhere away from the pain but I know wholeheartedly that I cannot.
The cream-colored angel tells us to water our Spiritual Garden but there is a devil inspired drought on the horizon. But as manna fell from the heavens, the birds do not sow or reap and are fed.
So this state of mind gives me pause… a meditation, a dream, a Renewal.