Peace

My thoughts, they dance like birds on the wing and fly. High, high they soar into the deep blue sky.

A Dove calls to you, ‘Rise above the dark, grimy pain, tethering you to the Earth, my Love. Ride the wind, kissed by the warmth of the Sun.’

I send a white feather floating down, bringing you the pure essence of perfect Peace.

A new day has begun.

Eily Nash ~2021