Spinning on one toe atop a world not on any starmap, arms outflung with and in all of the love in the universe, a woman slows in perfect balance, coming to rest...

Still on one toe, she gathers her love into one unerringly pointed finger, she now the world's finial flag-- see where she points you cannot, for she is seen only by God.

Yet point she does, and see He does...

And far below, a whisper reaches where she points--