I’m So Glad You Love Me

Unveil my eyes.

Bury your world deep inside me.

Waft your sweet Spirit’s fragrance past my nose.

Let me taste the refreshment of your fruit,

And offer its bounty to a hungry world.

Sing over me a chorus of your glory and affection.

Be more real than me, myself.

Excise and destroy my unbelief.

Press me deeply into you

Until we are more one than two.

Always the Holidays

Apple-cinnamon aroma abreast the autumn air.

Lilting laughter lingers long.

Watching wild-eyed,

As ash alights the air from an ardent flame.

Youngest ogling yummy yams and yellow squash.

Sounds of shed leaves like shattering stain glass.

 

Always the warmth of holiday.

Always the fragrance of home.

Always the mirth and the longing.

Always sweet memory aching.