Celestial long summer days
bring us back to the joys of hide-and-seek,
tickling long grasses and blue infinite skies -
the innocence of childhood ways
played close to the ground
while travelling incredible imaginary distances
to attend a momentary symphony
of pastoral vision and sound.

Thundering on,
thundering
and thundering
on
the charge of spring
is begun,
riding over the plains
in a feast of virginal
and tender life;

vibrating and vibrating
with no stone
left unturned -


every space of goodness
in creation
fermenting
into abundance
and fresh, fresh
breathtaking
greener than green
growth.

Lulls
and intervals
interspersed
with Your
divine
touches -

illuminating
the night's
marathon.

Precious
the days,
the hours
and the minutes
for the creation and cutting
of verbal diamonds
and rolling rhythms
in Your name.

The race is on!

I trust that
all Your
comings and goings
are for my own
and others' benefit
as You deem necessary
in Your divine
omniscience.

I am
going
to Your
house
to
receive
You
into my heart -

that
I might
translate
something
of
Your
ethereal heights
into
everyday
life.

Walking
in a field
surrounded
by a forest
light streams down
and the sound of winged voices
drowns the senses in sheer simple drunkeness.

I feel as if I have just begun;
just been born and am 4000 years old.