There’s no place at all
For anything but that which
Will not disappoint.

Romans 5:5

At the threshold
I watch you look
The way you look
Quiets me

You taught me to breathe
To see truth and what’s good there
And ask her for tea

If I strolled a thousand miles,
how long would it take?
Be my eyes, describe to me
the twists my journey’d take.

Be my feet and tell me of
the shoes that I’d wear there.
Leader shoes or follower shoes
and do they tread with care?

What sensations, mind and skin
do I encounter when
my soul meets and best friend greets
at last, at once, again?

Yours build beautiful
Provoke consideration
Steal, heal, rescue hearts

I love the Sky’s smile
Like It knows something I don’t
And wants to be friends