The return
I will return
When you have forgotten
My name!
My form!
My scent!
I will return
When I have forgotten
My own self.
When every bird
Flies above, nameless,
When heaven,
Holds no god,
Only the light inside!
When nothing is defined
And children’s laughter
Inhabits the streets,
I will return!
Aquatic Poetry 
Such a powerful expression…seemed so appropriate for this Sunday morning.
I too found it fitting for this Sunday. thank you Charles.
meet you there