The Poet's Feline Muse

Random acts of Love
should happen daily:
to take us above
each moment's humdrum;
to excite in us
a new heart-song sung
in a major key
of life-joy fullness.
Let Love's wild tune in
and blow out life's dust
with one Divine Breath,
breath that is a wind,
the breath over which
we have no control;
in which we rejoice,
dancing merrily,
the path strewn with
random acts of Love.

© Charles Grinter 2004