A blessing

has come

to me,

your heart
is  something
that I
wish upon.

it is
the first
flower

stirring
in a
meadow
the first
day of
spring,

the opening
in the
ice that
a river
breaks
through
at winters
end.

to then
mend and
turn and
flow.

giving
life to
all it
comes
to meet.

and now
you
have found
me and
my simple
words and
thoughts.

and to
each day
that I
awake
I mend
and turn
and flow
to you,

seagulls
to wind
fish to
water.
prayers to

God,

everything
is what  
it was
always
meant  
to be