should a pure white cloud

lonG for the colors of a rainbow

or a raindrop

wish to be a breeze

each a treasure that weaves

a wondrous creation

so are the gIfts of each

circumstance

treasures of time

freely giVen

every beat of my heart

and breath of my life

seEds to be planted-

nourished

to create

glory

whether the rain

heed the SoN

God in ME