Distinguished
mark of your property
You label everything with forshadowed renewal
you sneak in previews of hidden glory
in the dying.
.
then sings my soul
my Savior
my God
to thee: “how great thou art!”
.
You quench all questions
all doubts
of who you are
as you spin out inpossible things into our experience –
You show impressive dignity
as the flower pedals fall and reveal a small green ball,
hardly impressive.
.
as the season passes
so the green ball grows
it grows to blush in the sun.
i grasp your goodness,
i sink my teeth into it.
i taste your love.
.
Each fruit bears a flavor unlike another.
Each reveal the Fathers desire.
Each for our pleasure.
Each displays His knowledge of each one of us.
Each a tiny experiment for our curiosity to play with.
.
This, is yours.
The whole world.
This was made to make your whole body experience His love.
There are sights that make your heart well up with joy: He created this to feel your pleasure.
There are sounds that make your heart leap up to dance in ways no one can: joy, to hear your heart sing an unwritten song.
There are details that escape the eye, that were placed there just for me to discover.
For my eye, joy: to see what i see and know my heart in ways only He can: joy.
.
He displays His majesty for our joy.
To fill our lungs with breath, and life, and pleasure.
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So, when i whisper Jesus, it is with this in mind.
When my heart cries out in sorrow
from the effects of our dead existance in this world – He is there.
Grabbing my hand we run, to a place of peace, where we slow down,
everything.
We drink coffee
we talk slowly
we listen deeply
we look intently.
.
when i
as a child
with you speak
you claim my words as your identity.
.
you treasure up my words in your heart.
.
you do not let my tears fall unseen.
you catch them.
you save them.
You water the garden of hope you’re cultivating for me.
.
little black fly,
with yellow spots on your head
you
were made for me.
To make my heart happy.
