In solitaire I walk this morn,
with non but light’s soft hue adorn.
Within the path that finds my soul,
I pray Gods’ keeping, life found whole.
For in taking of all things;
the swift removal times can bring…
I root myself upon one Bright
and dearest thing with every might…
In solitaire the Soul is known
begotten, loved and never Lone.
©2018 republish Linda Willows 2012
Photograph by Kupavna