Divine Pedal
Reflection
In serene landscapes, a figure glides,
A priest on a bicycle, with gentle pride.
The mountains watch as he pedals by,
A symbol of peace, in a world that sighs.
The wicker basket, a vessel of care,
Holds the weight of compassion, beyond compare.
The white flowers bloom, like hope in his wake,
As he rides forth, with a heart that partakes.
In the stillness, his spirit finds its way,
Through valleys and hills, to a brighter day.
The sun shines down, with a gentle beam,
Illuminating the path, a peaceful dream.