You may

weep to

cleanse

my face,    


I may

sing to

bring

joy to

your day.


and the

streams

blend

to rivers


and sunlight

warms

the belly

of high

clouds.


and we

are each

of these

things.


not one

more or

less

than the

other,


open

wide

around

me,


hold your

arms

unforgiving

around

my soul


let me

feel

your cycles

they

weave

around

me,


with truth

honor

and passion

for all

that you

do...


and just

as God

the creator

has placed

the moon

perfect

from the

earth,


and placed

the sun

perfect

to the

universe.


so has

he placed

you and I


to each

other.


no darkness...


blending

as one

destiny

not two...