Love

 Walking along

In a clarity

Only found

When my

Surroundings

Became the

Focal point

The pink flowers

To marvel

The greenery

To admire

The temps

Mine to satisfy

The longing

For the new

As I look

Back only

So that

The present 

Can be relished

Sometimes

Being surprised

Is the gift

Whose return

Is everlasting 

In its attempt

To be

The lesson

We remember

When days

Seem to ask

More questions

Than necessary

A sweet lady’s

Colorful dress

Prompted an

Encounter

That has

His fingerprints

Everywhere

Maybe the answer

Isn’t meant

To be known

As I saw 

Somewhere

And my mind

Went spinning

Faster than

Legs

On a peloton

He uses 

What I may

Not like

To help 

Me see

The mission

The mission

Lovelies

To love

Love well

No proselytizing 

The Savior

Is alive 

And kicking

In the being

Of one

Regine

Talia

Karpel

That

Is the

Meaning of life