Elohim

to saunter
jingle in mind
light in kind
streaming through

streaks
of aha
wash
the soliloquy
of me
of a washed up
torn to pieces
mother
that like a quilt
has been painstakingly
restored
till the patterns
and strips
are more
than ever before

and as I saunter
with sweet babe in tow
these walls
now hold
the most beautiful thing I know

simple

beautiful

this

now

His grace like a plow
digs up
and destroys
and adds
something richer than a fad
something that will not fade
the most beautiful thing ever made

Himself, Elohim
three in one
the son
it is not only done

it is now.

Breathe in, some how
and be...
to exist is to dream
to sing like the trees
each dish cleaned is a symphony
each smile at the neighbors is cacophony
that breaks
through
to a beauty only our creator knew
and can manifest

He is the best! ( :