Clothed by the dawning sun,
his rays glisten upon the surface
of your skin.
The wind gently shakes your hair
to life, falling petals catalogue each
and every step.
I wonder what's encased within
your living water
thought bubbles.

Your eyes peer through the dusk,
as they do now at day break,
I attempt and shake off awe to
write the sentences which will never
do you justice.
The language of birds drench me in
your instrumental cacophony;
what seemed only riotous calamity
is now revealed as consensus
celebratory praise.

From every blade of grass,
to every outstretched branch, they're
honoring you, demonstratively
thanking you for creation.
I humbly rest my pen
the one I haven't even picked up,
collect my thoughts in ideas
you'll help me to construct.
All Praise and honor be yours
forever and ever
Yahweh my Elohim
Yeshua my Savior...