Tea stained table oak
Writhing in vines
Newspapers and coffee
Coffee shop chatter
Voices raised in laughter

The cry of sacred life
The high pitched giggle
Which brings us right
Reminds us of Spring
Reminds us we're alive
Young unintelligent design
Destined to die

I see God
In the faces of children
In their innocent play
In their minds not yet
Twisted
By the world

A God more beautiful
Than any religion
Can give us
Can tempt us with
Any temporary fix

Beauty fills my brain
But I can't finish this
Across the table
You look like bliss
And I long to live
Forever
Just like this