I caught a little image
floated past me on the wind one day
word in a bubble
burst in my ear
"you are loved"
a whisper wafting away
sweet scent of comfort
like soft arms that hold tight
smile blossomed like setting sun
beneath black clouds
and all was well
who has seen joy on the breeze
like me
every blessing uttered
every sweetness said
between lovers on park bench
of sons and mothers
of daughters and dads
lifted high and carried along
to the ashen of us
the forlorn faces
leaving colour in their wake
Harnessing Chaos 