Sing it from the rooftops
Shout it through the mail
(The Rat Creek Press, of Course!)
Once again, the mighty ship, Kaleido, is set to sail.
Alleys become galleries, colour spills into the street
The sweet music of Kaleido, where neighbours come to meet.
Houses lean to listen, the street forgets its’ birth
As magical surprises transform this piece of earth.
So, let us hoist Kaleido’s sails
With gratitude they ring
The compass winds will take her far beyond imagining.
She cannot know what this small life will become.
Unheard yet—the child’s first cry
Nor the sound of a voice softly calling her “Mother”
This Cupid Virgin Mary, who flies with Hermes’ feet
Brings her own message of faith
As she rises above the scorched, black earth
Dotted with satellites and solar panels.
She draws her bow without hesitation, her aim sure and steady
Not knowing the sorrow or grief that lies ahead
Or the ground upon which it will fall
The arrow of faith wings its’ way into the future
Bringing with it the power and the love of two hearts beating as one.
