sometimes
it’s in the looking back
on the days of birth
that we find
the wings
to fly
to lighter things
and new songs
to sing
through freedom
and play.

thank you
stair step number three
for reminding me
that when the spark
begins to leave my eye
it’s because
i’ve forgotten
that all of life
is art
that sometimes
a healin’ heart
simply needs
a fresh start
in laughter
as she holds a staff
over a colored sea
to pave a way
for the next generation
to play.

you may be
the littlest one
but you will sing
your song
loud and fierce
and you will pierce hearts
with your art
your smile
your light
your Christ
reflecting bright
on a pool
of stories
as two rivers
merge into one.
the victory is won.
you can come undone.
retrace
your steps
to lost treasure
buried in the sand,
because I once heard Him say
in early morn,
my plan of action
comes forth
when you surrender
to the soft sand
of my purposes.

So Katie B.
i think
you’re purpose
is to be a porpoise.
go part the sea
with play
and friends
and laughter
knowing that
happily ever after
sometimes lies
on the other side
of deep sea diving
and flipping
and cartwheeling
in a sea colored red
with the blood of Christ.