I ran across this poem by accident and thought it was cool.  It reminded me that I had started this blog long ago and when I went to look for it, behold it was still here.  Yea!  This poem reminds me of Vacation Bible School days.

Prayer Balloons

Gleeful whispers
Childish conversation
Tiny hands holding tight to thin golden strings
Then sudden silence
An old wise voice speaking
Saying a prayer
Hands releasing smooth ribbons
Then trying to claim them back
Red bumping into blue
A squeak as they try to blend
Green rising
Straight and proud
Indigo flying
Lazy and care-free
Tiny paper prayers carried by helium messengers
A flying rainbow
Driven by whispering breezes
Happy conversations
Occasional bursts of joyous laughter
Watching for your message
Till it vanishes
Over the horizon
Sun slowly sinking as they blow
And then they’re gone
Colorless dots in the sky
Beautiful balloons
Carrying the hopes and wishes
Of many small children