Basking

the sun shines the same each day
but not all days are sunny

in between the light radiating
and my face turned towards that radiance
are clouds, storms
of my own making

the thinnest of veils
seemingly solid
but nothing more than a wisp
that gently moves on
with the winds of change

and like a raptor in flight
i rise through the clouds
above the turmoil
to bask in Love’s radiance

And so it is, Amen