Gilding

Giving in to the expressive statements
of the Word.

Over the chaos of the deep
magnificent
spewing forth unimaginable.

Digging deeper into the earth
swallowing the soil
breathing damp dirt
standing on the feet of dancing mountains.

These hills are the bubbling
the straining of the stream of life
the water that will save you from thirst.

It is good.

The vine is creeping over all of us
we are tiny timid leaves unfurling
drawing deep drafts up from the roots.

The revelation of a sunset engulfing
the last remaining breaths from the sunrise
letting youthful naivety run rampant
skirting across the sky.