The beauty of the trees
in capered tones of gray and green
masked by a light so brilliantly clear
it could only be the sun’s rays.
The wheat grass caresses my thigh
and in me is awoken a longing for life
unspoken, undetermined, abiding in grace
For my heart longs to see You, longs to feel Your embrace
and to touch You with these frail hands.
My heart bursts open within me
a shattering of this life to which I so dearly cling.
Every cell in my body is singing for You
like the flowers as the Sun comes up
their petals stretching towards the sky
their stems straightening out to their full length in the impossible hope they might just reach her this time.
I am in awe