The earth groaned yesterday.
It declared your intention to complete the world.
I miss the tiny petals as flowers unfurl.
In day-to-day I oft don’t see
The miracle occuring in the stretching of a tree.
Beneath the huff of invisitble breaths,
Or the life that blooms from death.
The single kept promise of the rising of the sun,
The course the seasons silently run.
The simple thoughts of love you carry,
Between hearts and minds.
Not the under-groan
Of earth for home.
The forever you promised
All things new.