"as the wind blows o'er the plains..."

 "As the ruby
in the setting,
as the fruit
upon the tree,
as the wind blows
over the plains --
so are you to me..."

- k. bode

You are my love
You are the Love of my life
Yours is the first face I seek
when I wake in the morning
Yours is the first hand
upon my heart.

You are all that I have ever hoped for.

When I am empty,
Your love fills me with purpose

When I am full
You give me ways
to empty my soul
into the hands of the hungry,
the sorrowing,
the sick and weary --
so that I am ready
for more.

You are my
"safe place
to fall"

No one else
could ever really know the curves,
the rough places --
the crooked and straight,
the narrow and dark spaces
of my life
so well as You.

Our fit so perfect
that there are
no pressure points
to leave me aching
for relief.

When the world seems
to crash
in around the edges of my peace
and the demons scream
that I am
vulnerable and small,
You, and only You
whisper,
"you are stronger than diamonds,
brighter than reflected light,
larger
than the love
you think
you are longing for..."

You are
my every reason for taking
the next breath
my Cause for joy,
the only One who gives purpose
to my moments,
my minutes,
stacked -- one-by-one --

until they create
an hour,
a day,
a year....a life.

You are the place
I run to
but never from

My "Home away from home"
I
will
never leave

You are the voice I listen for
in the quiet of the morning
when I
am conscious of life,
but not yet aware of
colors,
people,
sounds,
my own skin.

You are my Life.

I am Your own.

We live in a dance of
Father and child,
Mind and idea,
Love and loved.

I love You with all my being.
I cannot live without Your love,
because you are all that is
or ever will be
You are
the I AM that I am.

You are the center of my
being,
my home,
my heaven within
...my God.




"Principle and
its idea
is one,
and this one
is God...”

~ Mary Baker Eddy

"we shared a nest..."

 "Whatever it is
that lives,
a man,
a tree,
or a bird,
should be touched
gently...”

- e. goudge

bird and tree

if you
were a tree
i would build my nest in
that gentle crook
where your highest
branch
meets the core
of your trunk

I would feather it with
tinsel
from a Christmas tree
she
dragged to the curb
in her nightgown
on
January 2
while the
children
were
sleeping

I would find the auburn hair of
a young princess
and
weave it through
fragile walls
to give
it strength
hoping we
could be together
always

I would search the
landscape for
blades of soft grass and tender
fragrant herbs to
ease the tension in
your limbs

i would bring home
bits of
string and
glitter, a rainbow of
paper
and a sliver of the bluest
beach glass
showing you how
the world
is colored

i would rest in your arms
leaving only
in order
to find something
beautiful
i could bring back
to you

that in
your
immobility
we could
examine
it
together

there would be
nothing
between us but
this nest

something
that could not exist
without us
both

if i were a bird
i would
leave feathers behind
so that you would
feel my touch in
every
gust of wind,
every
soft breeze,
every
breath of
twilight's
hush


i would ache
until i returned
from
flight to
find your arms
unchanged

i would
be willing
to
give up
wings
to
stay here
in
the
safety
of
your
branches...

if we were
bird and tree

we would
know no
species,
genus
or
gender

we
would
know
we
belonged together

just
because
we shared
a nest




"...and on the
same branch,
bend...”

~ Mary Baker Eddy