To me you are more
beautiful every time I see you
I am leaning into you
like the sunrise leans into the day
Your pleasure washes over me
I can accept the grief
of my mortality

and overcome with the

libation of unhurried joy.

The wedding

I am dreaming of the bliss for your togetherness,
grafted into life by a kind hand.
We are no longer looking through the
filtered light but forward enthralled by hope.
When I think of what is to come for you both
I see daisies springing forth into life
from rich soils of community and art.
I see you belonging to a tribe
sustained by living lyrics.
I see the miracle of oneness marked by
a creative and melodic force.
I envision a hedge of protection like a
sheltering canopy of prayers and songs,
always holding you dear and close.
Let the words you share
come from beyond this territory's view,
like a tonic that flows from the throne
and returns to the dwelling place of your hearts.
Hand in hand
may you soar with the swallows into the fullness
of these promised places.
Now it is time now for a new story
and the scroll is a blank page beckoning
you to fill it from the moutaintops.
And here we stand watching as
the gates are flung wide open
for the long and final season of love.

King tide

The woman is awake and dressed now,
touched by the sound of
laughter she has found her place,
quite unlike the beginning.
She stands on the deck of a ship
and as though a live instrument,
she sways to an intuitive rhythm
moving on a hydraulic sound wave.

She watches excitedly for the light

to shine on the ships coming in and

She strains to watch them multiply.

Her eyes are closed in gratitude

to be here for such a time as this.

To participate in the great unfolding

of promises in the present hour!

With building astonishment

she attempts to remain

poised while dancing like a dandelion

under the magnitude of truth.

For this has she searched

and longed, impatiently knowing
we are all here to live as though it has
been purchased in entirety.