Morning Meds; 12 30 19
Pixie dust and dandelion seeds, drifting side by side.
Both a simple act of God, products of the Devine.
Taught to disregard our spirit guides, “There are no imaginary friends.
You need to let this all go and get past your childish whims”
Given beliefs not our own and not allowed to search.
We slowly fade within ourselves, tormented by the hurt.
Pixie dust and dandelion seeds, together in the sun.
It seems, imaginative hearts and the mind of God, really they are one.
Be childish today,
imagine a miracle.