In my father’s land are

streets paved with gold – serenading

many mansions

Mine is the beauty on the hill

on the edge of a magical lake

that cradles the moon

and reflects the night sky

Fireflies delight in painting

words while the owl waits

lazily for nothing in particular.

All aglow

-reflecting His glory

© Vivian Zems

(Flash 55)

Image:Commissioned Piece (Untitled)