dont collect
all those postcards
with black borders
and admonishen just too many
pray and pray with open arms
hope that partings can be
blissful, a promising future
full of vast sky, blue
if flowers bloom, and fragrance spreads
The missions will be absorbed
in the lives of all those
who
may lead and design
futures full of hope
for the many struggling
souls
who have not the luxury
of reflected glory
and underwritten journey
into a morrow, uncertain passage
may our breaths
be the bridge
for them to cross
the river in spate
about to break the banks