I Choose

I choose
to watch you
work at your canvas
painting eternity, at your
wheel forming humanities clay,
moulding, shaping, breathing in
life.

I choose
to run with
you through the
fields of your wisdom,
look through your book of
creation, read on each page love
expressed.

I choose
to hear your
voice, the whisper
of your name your secret
name few know, the one that
when spoken galaxies burst into
existence.

I choose
to know the
realms of your
resting, breathe deep
the fragrance of your dwelling,
taste water from springs you find
refreshing.

I choose
to understand
you beyond my
capacity, my ability,
beyond any hope any
aspiration any desire for
knowing.

A Small Glance

A small
glance, the
tiniest fragment
I glimpse and I am
awash in wonderment,
past astonishment, beyond
imagination.

Briefest sight,
fleeting moments,
ephemeral impressions
of the eternal, impossible to
retain, but their mark remains
in changed perception, expanded
sight.

 

On The Edge

Not of
my invention
this journey unique,
I said yes to Your leading,
followed Your urging, traveled
beyond all I imagined, to on this edge
stand.

Standing on
the edge of all I
have known, I for a
moment pause. Desiring
what I have yet to see, longing
for what I cannot grasp, I onward
press.