Still thinking about earth

(A flower pot on my desk at sunrise, wrote a poem)

The Hum of Life

Succulent night of mine

Can one describe

The childhood intimacy

When the sun lets her rays fall

Wrap around

Kiss your cheek

Can anyone tell of

Wide virgin eyes of mystery

When diamonds are thrown out graciously

Into placid lake

Or sown on the dark sheet

Slumbering above

Oh who has heard

The hushed breathy whisper

Of willow trees. Tulips. Rustling wings.

All swaying. with your breath.

Inhale. Exhale.

Selah.

How connected when alone in the transparent grass

How open with the creation of His hands

As I hear the hum of life

I am one with the hum

I taste the sweet, deep yearning

Inhale. Exhale.

I want you, at this spot

On X we shall sit

We shall be one in the hum

Need drips and floods

Through the door

Into a soft nook

We crept

Pollinating lips

Blossoms of neck and shoulder

Melt