Dearest Universe

Dearest Universe, May I call you dearest? Though sorrow has shadowed Our years together for I soon learned The lamb does fall to the lion, A lizard’s poison can kill a calf, And often men in prayer are swept by Fear into a whirlpool's darkness. Still I long to touch; to be touched By a presence that I sense in the beauty Of the velvet night. My head bows before The grandeur of morning's golden lights, The vibrant glow of living colors Bursting into verdant springs, Light that flows from a great Painter’s hands--ribbons of such light. I have seen a legion of men Gone into the chaos of dirt and blood To ease suffering The arc of a rainbow; The last fragrance of a warmed Rose in spring, Light and darkness. My dearest Universe, To the images of light I cling.