This purpose has wings
I’m unafraid.
What magnitude
Of choice.
Beautiful messages
Written in solid gold.
My gratitude
Is your bounty.
This road
Is clad in miracles.
Crumbled souls scattered
Along the way.
I’m left with the infinite
And adequate dreams.
Closer to him.
copyright Es-tee Miller
“The workings of the human heart are the profoundest mystery of the universe. One moment they make us despair of our kind, and the next we see in them the reflection of the divine image.” …Charles W. Chesnutt