What a simple desire
Unclouded, clear
Beneath the blue
Around the green
The weekend warmth
And cooling breeze
The twinkling stream
Between the trees.
Breathing, being
Beholding the ongoing
And eternal, momentary
Song of life on the lawn.
Shadows are bridges
To hidden light
This pen is my path
In the back of this book
My messenger of glory
Questioner in the void
Carrying my request
Unspoken, yet known:
To let go of all but You
To fall, no, to dive
Leaving life behind
To find You and come
To truly be alive.
Written 4-20-08
La Mirada, CA