For You
Time does not make a single sad line;
each tick of the clock
a pebble and we toss them coyly together
watch the puddle where
they shine
ring joy,
they gather and leave no choice-
only growth.
Movement is a miracle you discovered slowly,
raise your arms in praise of the world coming toward you.
Laughter weaves a warmth around your world-
branches holding tight
the moon.
Speak the language of your soul soft and wild,
know we understand,
a song that can
sweep the desires out of their hiding places,
bite the traces of sweetness arriving,
all this only ever
an offering.
It rises to the surface,
naturally.
Pull the fabric of our faith,
trust it's twisting in your fist,
a prayer occurs with teeth bared-
an honest smile- your eyes search the heaven of you reflecting
mine own.
