Under the Sun


Standing tall under the sun.
Seeking out the light.
Singing to those last strains of sunset as they fall 
over the edge of the West Bench.
Looking to the hills (where does my help come from).
Knowing I will be sustained.
Knowing I am not meant to carry more than I can bear.
Finding gladness in the cascade of beauty around me.
I will not be moved.

One of a kind.
Hollow formed sterling & citrine.
Made for a woman who needs to feel bound in peace.
Maybe, made for a woman like me…

Thursday comes in with a steady blue sky here.
The sun rolls away all the clouds.
I’m barefoot in the grass with the tulips resting their nodding heads against my knees.
Have a beautiful Thursday, my friends.
May there be peace in your hearts.

Love,
Quilianna