An excerpt from “Your Very Own Flavor of Poetry”
…You came here to hum the truth
that comes in only your
color
to sit inside the arms of a moment
to find breath in each drop of dark, to skip and sip and frolic
with every fleeting firefly
of light
You came here to give oxygen to words
to spin every stain
and splash
into your very own flavor
of poetry
You came here to look into your own eyes
and whisper –
Beloved…
~Julia Fehrenbacher
The Painted Path