You calm me and restore my soul.
You fill my heart with
brilliant, fuschia clouds and
glittering trees wet with dew
waving to me in the morning breeze.
The morning melody of mourning doves, wren and robins
provide cherished accompaniment to my sacred time with you.
You surround me with serenity in a world of overwhelming violence and despair.
If you were not with me, I would be crushed by the weight.
You lift me up on wings of an eagle.
You walk with me, and I don’t tire.
You carry me when life seems
too much to bear.
You formed me here
in this time
in this place
to be your vessel
for this work.
You love me with a depth and breadth I don’t understand.
I fall open to your love and grace.
I see you
in tortured faces of the bereaved
in a soaring hawk
in elegantly arrayed blossoms
in the tear of a child wanting a hug.
I can love and forgive
family, a friend, an enemy
not with my love, but your love
I can love you
commit to you
believe in you.
This love, this belief is not explainable
by theories or theologies
nor is it disproved by reason or logic.
Such things are for those who
love the sound of their own voices.
This love I have for you
will not be denied. It is
sweet and reckless
aching and joyful.
It grows each day
with anchored roots deep in my soul.
Now, I see you in my own eyes reflected back at me.
This love you have for me.