I speak in to the easiness of your last kiss
found wanting as the tide begins to drift
it stills me knowing that someday i’ll see
the beauty of love in certainty
in foundations that blossom into gardens of peace
we find growth in the little things, even the weeds.
and i find myself sitting, pondering your love;
resting amidst the restlessness of infidelity,
teasing out the sprouting filth that weighs on me
and deadens me.
as the flowers stretch up to reach your light
and the ocean is pulled to you each night
so i bow and confess your faithfulness
your glory and peace which help me rest
knowing that in you is life alone
and that by your grace you’ll pull me home.
amen.
