Stillness hangs straight on the wall
of memory. Hung there by gifted
hands caked with life, a potter
shaping vessels to hold purpose
and fashion utility from earth's
journey.

Standing back to absorb the view
in context, different values reveal
themselves through prisms
of the light streaming through
the windows being lifted in
my soul.

I am who we became in unity
of spirit. A perfect whole
strong enough, wide enough
deep enough to receive and
retain the living water of this
eternal love.