Lay still, you flower unfolded,

A life of great beauty and celebration,

Remembered as it was,

in full bloom.

Bright delicate colors,

Soaking up the rain,

And the sun.

Our reward;

A radiated beauty,

the intelligence of creation itself, exposed for all to see. Now emblazoned forever in our minds.

Lay still, you flower unfolded,

A life of great beauty and celebration,

Remembered as it was,

in full bloom.

Bright delicate colors,

Soaking up the rain,

And the sun.

Our reward;

A radiated beauty,

the intelligence of creation itself, exposed for all to see. Now emblazoned forever in our minds.

 

How close can we be?

A question for life itself,

What could have been?

What could be?

What should be?

 

My actions are controlled by nervousness

And excitement,

Somehow held in tension with each other.

Like my love has some limits

And can only be shared amongst a few,

Doled out in measures and packages

to be received in a certain way.

 

But what if my love had no limits,

If my love was connected to the source of all love,

So there was only me in the way of giving unlimited love,

To you.

 

 

 

If I could get out of the way,

Not limiting my love,

How close would we be then?

 

We would be together;

Enfolded.

Forever In Him,

In Love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It won’t be long now

Just a lifetime

Before we can talk again

 

No need to worry about others

And what they think

About our friendship.

A word surrounded by barriers,

As well as love,

In this earthly paradise.

 

Soon those limits will be gone

And freedom and truth

Will be the marks of our love

For each other.

 

Not just agape love

Or erotic love

Or some other love

conjured by man

To poorly explain

our unfit and homeless,

Human desires and wants.

 

But rather free flowing love

Limitless,

Bottomless,

Eternal

Unfathomable,

From the source of all love

who will enfold us In unimaginable rapture for God and each other

 

Where deeds are irrelevant

The past is not present

There is no will in any

Just the presence of God

and that is all.

 

A pervasive consolation

Where we live not together

But in each other.

As the glimpse of oneness becomes

Permanent and permanence itself.

 

So it is here we will enfold,

At last as the true friend we always wanted to be

When the limits and measures are turned off

Forever and completely.

 

And this little glimpse gives me hope

And simple desire

To surrender this pathetic love

I have felt so far

Into the glory that will be the interminable future

Where our love for each other

Just is.

Unspoken, because words are unnecessary

And unworthy

To describe such a state.

 

Let me savor this waiting moment

With the taste of true love.

 

This little visit from a mystical God.

 

Neither shade nor sunlight,

The evening moves in,

A day preparing for its next shape,

And mood,

In our life.

 

Perhaps a time for gratitude.

 

You offer a cup glowing with love,

Each drop so precious,

It would quench the thirst of nations.

So rich it would buy eternal peace.

The color of shed blood,

Spreading the odor of unlimited mercy.

 

I hold this cup in gentle hands,

Fingers enfolding everlasting oneness

As my lips take life itself,

And Heaven is tasted,

My body only the means.

 

And my soul is renewed.

Forever.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Summer is coming to its close again.

Warm evenings with open windows to be replaced by the fresh chill of the fall air.

Our bodies adjusting to the seasons once again;

As shall the plants,

putting their growth and color on hold.

 

Till Spring returns.

 

Sometimes, there is time to reflect.

Often we do this only when forced to;

a life event, change of health, finances, relationships,

All cause us to consider.

 

Remember to look out when you do,

As well as inside.

 

 

“From every evil way I withhold my feet, that I may keep your words.”

Psalm 119

 

Feelings of love abound

unlimited by knowledge of someone,

Yet enhanced if present.

 

Learning to see them all for what they are,

Not what appears to us visually.

Bonds forming without words,

Like radium, present,

But undiscovered.

 

Until now.

 

 

Today I am going to notice

What’s going on

Just for an untimed moment,

To linger,

dangle in the present,

Not reflecting, just considering,

Savoring the existing,

Not moving on,

Judging,

Or reacting,

But rather

Letting it dissolve

In my mouth,

Without expectations of reward,

Attribution,

Praise,

Worthiness.

Just leaving it alone with me;

In a timeless exercise.

 

I will not wonder whether others are watching,

Fill my mind with expectations of how I look, or feel to others,

But purely be present,

As a human who observes,

Their surroundings,

In this Garden of Eden,

And suffering,

And most of all … love.

 

Today I will be Atticus Finch,

Perhaps not “climbing into their skin”

But at least noticing.

What makes someone cry,

Or smile.

Why a leaf droops in the evening shade,

And strains upwards in the mid-day sun.

 

Taking as many moments as it takes to notice,

And then capturing it, carefully,

Like the smell of a home-cooked meal,

Where words won’t describe,

The inner warmth

Felt by just a pure, heartfelt,

Connection.

 

A connection without words,

the presence of God.