Running in the cage again!

How is my serendipity warrior...
a story... some more unwritten?
Written from every beat of a heart
we all can dance and love with...

Smiling at the mitten clenched in his fist because the child it represents
is not gone in vain...
the one who's his blood was
in her veins.
...and whats to say for unborn equipped?

Pain seen through the windows
of his eyes, at the time, now never,
then never ever to be forgotten...
Images with aid of modern ways
was not necessary to see a spiritual
kind of surgery would be necessary...
Who's smitten at a moment taken
by a tiny cry from the first caress
of her fingers... The idea lingers...

Every woman a leaking heart can save
is beyond comprehensive ability when filled with the Spirit other than that off a shelf at a store... or sidewalk!

A heart smaller
but better than before...

Clear over the ocean waves,
walking tall!

No water or wine can make the clock rewind... We know God won't turn it back for us to travel the time we pine be undone and redone, for good aging is in the love we give and hold.

What of a bother? A bold brother from another mother, I heard them holler and shout, filled...
How good a mother can smother and love, or smother and smolder as aging older...
Blossoming pedals can be preserved or wilt and fall off!
Taken from the top, let us sift the floor for an arrow pointing to what to be in store...

To tie it up, and there's a heart drumming more...

Serendipity out of misery is a mystery to most... At a glace they could have realized, may have realized, the surprises of petals soaking up the rays while roots from a seed heeds a different source to feed a need for life.

Choking in a shadow, but the thumb pinches the dormancy...
poking that with boyancy and giggling saying,
"There's one kind of water for all life.".

So send a signal, raise feathers about the scenes... All being, we are all a warrior of some sort... We all settle somewhere, somehow, falling in where and how.

So curtsey then bow like cheerful flowers rustled in the wind, if you found you're good like this, and became a serendipitous friend.

Echo...