In this golden moment
Light subsides
from this peaceful pasture
of wildflowers
(it is almost gone)

G-d---who skims the Universe---
Has cast his net here
To connect us,
Twig to Leaf
Earth to Sky
Wildflower to Dragonfly
Poet to----all she sees

We glide from second to second
like waterstriders
Where all is written
For Those
who see how to know

If you seek this poem again
You will not find it...
Yet, when you ignite your ashes,
in a solitary moment
a poem will appear
to enfold you
by the light of your Renewal