Quintessence of Love, we bird-brain poets
chirp Your wonders: galactic fireworks;
oceans; mountains; seen and unseen angels.
Ultimate Godparent, we small parents
hum Your war-ceasing, peace wisdom Heart Songs.
But now do we repel You and children?
Pure Love Spirit, will You yet recharge us
with the gentle, faithful patience of trees?
Can our firefly verses spark new powwows?