Floating without direction.
Sparkles flutter together – whipped ’round, left spinning.
Pulled then tossed across each other’s orbits.
Twinkling dreams not yet born.
Full with potential – on the verge of bursting.
Then, one – trapped by the drawn of a larger light, takes its journey.
Closing the gap of possibility.
Nearer and nearer, until finally meeting its reason.
And now, aimed and ready, the tiny flicker fits into its place – like a lost puzzle piece.
The picture of spirit and purpose completed successfully for the task at hand.
And the other orbs of light dance and play,
And wait for faith to find them.