That red ribbon on the horizon
Is a sign of your coming.
Already you are rising to the day.
Already your hope comes.
Already the arms of the trees reach for you.
Already my heart yearns,
And you come.
You will come to me each morning
Tiptoeing over the curve of the earth
Smiling in the ever-increasing light
Until, one day,
My eyes will be closed to the sunrise.
I will be be tiptoeing over the curve of eternity
Into your arms.
[photo by kingkubby per cc 2.0]
delight may be
the surest evidence
That eternal smile
makes it possible
to grasp my days
and venture forth
a firm assurance
that all will,
And I can breathe again.
So, I keep an eye out for delight
and hear God’s chuckle when it shows itself
amid the rubble of my days
like a geode broken to the light.
My own heart laughs when I see it,
hidden in plain sight
already there when I turn my eyes.
The laughter of my soul
breaks down my fear
and blows away despair
like feathers in that holy wind.
[photo by Chris A per cc 2.0]