Find Me Again

Find me again

and this time, fall in love with me.

Embrace me

the way the air holds roses

gently,

consistently,

openly

with all of nature

witnessing our quiet, endless dance.

My lake lives in the sky;

my clouds bloom like bushes in my garden.

I walk God’s land,

relishing His house

and every created thing.

But I do not forget:

I can still arrange His furniture.

You see,

life must be art

and art

is an act of worship.

I brighten the sun’s rays, just a little.

I reposition the stars

a necklace draped on the mountain’s collarbone,

the broad chest of the sky.

I kiss every rose I meet.

I bury the bees who lie fallen in the street.

I gaze toward the horizon

and pray,

my key poised to open the windows of Heaven

and I ask for you.

Come.

Find me again. And this time,

stay.