God with us

Could be a rocking chair on the back porch, or coffee brewing in the kitchen, someone’s listening.

You gotta know this.

When the world feels cavernous and lonely

He is there

And you are loved

A field of flowers

you force me to confront

The connectness of all things

People who would be strangers

Become intimates of a kind

A field of wild heather

Bowing in the wind

Matter and energy make up these currents

Of air and light

Which bring me together

With the face of a child

I could not keep

She changed us both

Shaped the horizon

Into “before” and “after”

Please, Love,

Spend all these afters

Near me.