As I walk in precious stones,
Once in a while,
Like a gift,
There is one that calls my attention.

Its like hearing,
The faint call to come back home.
Sweet melody that forever embraces me
That I not always heard

And as I walk, with each gift,
My eyes begin to open
Slowly,
Awakening to the path in which I am standing
Light that was always there

My Being is Filled with Bliss
Like a Child
Marveling at every moment
Hoping in the Breath of My Father