Blessings

by Susan Abraham

How does one curtail the sound of running water,
or stop free thought in the ever after,
measure the raindrops that fall from the skies,
or teach an unfinished story to wave goodbye.

How does one put a heartbeat on standby,
or warn the swallows they cannot soar on by,
I will swing the brave carousel of my fun
As angel peace descends like waves in the sun.