Here
Here, in this moment,
I’m alive, in the sounds that echo life.
In the rain washed breeze that brushes
against my skin, like a lovers soft kiss,
in the light of a new day.
Here, soft whispers of a dove
Search for a reply
That I cannot answer,
the call is not for me.
Here, A candle burns its wax
Pouring reminders of how this
Time slips away from here.
And part of my soul,
Calls to God willing to take
Any answers.
That can be taken as a symbol of the reflection
Of my life as mirror,
A crusaders flag,
That marks the memories of this space
Where I have lived, dreamt and given all away,
As the earth spins into the light
And my life smiles at this passing effort
To make difference,
When it makes no difference
Just a bow to God’s introduction
To who I am.
And I just a way to say thank you.
I am humbled by the impossible effort
To claim my being,
That prefers to be with God while acting out my life
Just here, just now, just all of this here.
