I Come To You

I come to you as a child, the process one of aging from an infant seeking to an adult knowing, to an adult yielding to an adult exulted who now realizes nothing is greater than your endless patience and all abiding love. I lift to you on currents wider than those seeming endless seas, higher than those mountains we admire and challenge-- basking in the power that holds clouds in their majestic places, and the oceans and mountains in their mighty spaces—currents carrying me higher than any natural wings can catch and manage, nor manufactured foils can grasp as rungs-- scooping and lifting their artificial limbs toward that perfected eternity all creation imagines and ascribes; casting off all else and aside I come to you open and naked-- unashamed and comforted by your ever radiating never abandoning warmth. I come to you as you came to me: offering your body and soul, giving of yourself entirely-- an endless universe of seeking and finding, of birthing and nurturing; raising kingdoms from unfathomable nothingness your only mandate that I strive further toward freedom and the propagation of fruitful life I come to you as husband and wife as parent and child as brother and sister who cultivate and refine all of your worlds into the elegant and sublime, the supreme pureness of your almighty spirit—I come to you forever grateful and eternally adoring….