Come to me at dawn
We will rise, embrace the day
Come to me at night
In the dark hours, with my thoughts
Leave me as I am

Pink and white petals swirl on a breath of spring
Alight upon a verdant lawn
We stroll through a Tomikichiro’s masterpiece
Buds that stretched their leaves at dawn open in arrays of colors
I choose the prettiest to place on your flaxen curls and dub you the queen of May
Humbly I fall to my knees, wrap my arms about your waist
And lay my head against your bare stomach
You wrap an arm around my neck and stroke my hair
Skin as warm and soft as down
The scent of a field of flowers after a spring rain envelops me
I lie you down in the grass and our minds give way to sensual discovery
The Cherry Blossom trees toss their petals like rice at a wedding
Our souls are pledged
40 springs have come and gone
40 years, each day of each year a blessing
Someday my love, hand in hand, we’ll walk the field
You’ll wear a crown of flowers
I’ll lay you down in the grass.
The Cherry Blossom trees will toss their petals like flowers on a grave.
Our souls forever pledged

The unlovable loved
The fallen lifted. Embraced
Christ unending gifts

Be it soon after twilight,
Or before morning bright.
Whenever it is dark, it is night.

On Easter morning,
I stood in prism light lifted on hymns of glory
I thought how Easter is based on death
How life lies between the quotation marks of birth and death

I’ve known the gutter and a home
Fellowship and adversary
Victory and collapse
Love that made me a better man each day
Love went away leaving me incomplete but blessed

Now little cherubs dressed in spring scurry about hunting for treasures
Moms and dads with guiding hands
Onlookers, clearing their throats and point fingers

Jesus, perfect and loving, gave the greatest sacrificed to save us all.
This I do believe
I do not believe Jesus now waits at some distant future
To embrace us and guide us to our rest

Jesus is by a bush nudging a plastic egg a little more in the open
He celebrated each up and got me through each down
He is the essence of spring, a world newly born, life renewing.
How does one say thank you for just a gift?

“Thank you”

From the living well
God offers all the ladle
Each soul to be quenched

I found my spirit with broken wing upon the grass
Cupping it in my hands I cradled it
And laid it in a shoe box
On a bed of Shredded hopes and dreams
I did not know from where or when it had fallen

I recalled my eyes squinting up at the sky
It soared so high above the clouds
Always too high to see
But the tug on my heart
Like a kite string in my hand
Pulled me upward

I knelt near the wounded bird
As he pecked at his bedding
Not to rearrange but reconstruct
I gave the lush plumage a long gentle stroke
My hand was cold and numb

He sang to me
A song of yearning
Of passing through white clouds
And water droplets drying in the warm sun
Cerulean sky fading into indigo
Oh but how his eyes did sparkle
Singing of floating among the stars on spread wings

His psalm ended
Tears burnt my cheeks
My heart was broken, my soul lost
When an abandoned child deep within
Cried from the shadows of my mind
You need only set him free
Lift me and together we’ll watch the majestic fight
In awe and wonder
As we did before the fall

I brought the child into the light
My soul felt reborn
It saw the world anew, as I came to know
The child I let go astray
My spirit did so rise
Looped three times about our heads
Then rose up, soon out of site
But still firmly tethered to my heart