Still

Just a poem I wrote a few years ago:

Still

Residue of a dream
     walking words of prayer
          sung in soft shadow speech
               celebrating love and life
                    revealing lore, law, and learning
                         diving celestial signs and ciphers
Residue of a dream
          enchanted chain of blessings
               living links to time's awakening
                    forged by faith, holding fast
Residue of a dream
          wandering among you
               unnoticed, unremarked
but still here

And best wishes for the birthday of the world!