Riding My Bike ~ A Poem by, Lori Wise

Sometimes, when I am riding my bike
I feel like I am on my throne, my chariot, my carriage,
like I’m in a fairy tale, riding off into the sunset of my Life.
Everything seems so vibrant,
like all the colors of God are bursting at their color seams.
The birds chirp at me as I ride by.
They greet me with their bird words that somehow I intuitively understand. Continue reading