Today I plant
a grain that grows,
magical grant
infinite flow.
Reap to then sow,
dig tomorrow.
Breezes will blow
paths to follow.
The sprouted seed
transforms to light,
creates good deeds
provides insight.
A little spark
expanding grace,
that clears the dark,
shines bright through space.
Comforting touch
caressed with love.
Emotions clutch,
protective glove.
All sins exhaled,
take off the veil.
Pure joy inhaled,
enjoy the sail.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Originally Published June 26, 2021