Tracing the Line

At a glance unseen
Crystalline tendril 
Leading up and on

Stout in sway
Shining, lighting
The path home

Heaven and earth
Spanned somehow
Before very view

Ever present lining 
Daily anew, renewing
Hope, bright possibility

Gift for all
Conditioned only
For the still, slowed

Whose way seen
As light angles
Angels upward go

This poem was written on my back patio last Spring in a moment of inspiration while trying to notice all the small, beautiful realities all around me.