Out of the blue
And the conventional
He send you the cue
He wouldn't need a virtual network
A postal pigeon
An actual mail box,
An actual mail box,
Or even a manual messenger!
Swiftly through the skies
Re purposing a foil balloon
He darts it,
Right to your doorstep.
The message from the stars
Awaits at your threshold
With flowers and smiles
And a monkey as an aid
Holding a red heart
With the thought written
Loud and clear!
'Love you very much'
'Love you very much'
Out of the hundreds of balloons
That are let go into the air
He hand picks one
The unusual, applicable one.
Time and again He proves his prowess
His circle of security
Around my existence
His shadow of love
On my being!
And how can I believe
In coincidences or happy accidents?
When tailor made
Premeditated blessings
Drift from nowhere to my door?
Love, His all encompassing, all empowering shield
Embraces, owns and reassures thus!
Pictured - the balloon that made to my doorstep, carrying a message from the skies and a muse to banter about.
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On the other side, Bessie's mom makes her debut!
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