It floats above our tender moments,
spins the joy within our smiles.
Its gentle drift upon our shoulders
helps us walk an extra mile.
It glows to light the lamp of courage,
weaves a song for aching hearts;
it binds our family albums, holding
pages that could fall apart.
It offers shade in heat of battle,
spreads a blanket when it’s cold.
We test its guidance when we’re children,
seek its comfort when we’re old.
It ties the hopes of generations;
flows in rhythm, stretches, bends.
It reaches from our souls to heaven. . .
circles on without an end.