It Has Begun

It could be wishful imagining,
fanciful thoughts to warm my mind
while on this cosmic journey.

But in a moment passing,
on a frosted edge of wind,
I thought I heard
a day's end word
of joy go singing by.

by Georgie Blaeser rscj

It echoed high, from star to star,
igniting a vibrant chord
that sparked across the galaxy
and turned my breath
into shimmering moon bright cold.

Yes, it could be wishful imagining.

If indeed it is,
what prismatic illusions
are brought about
when alone, awake, and dreaming!

But oh if it is not,
what an evening,
what a walk,
what a wholly wondrous time
I have begun.

Kimberly M. King, rscj