The Gift
I stand next to the stream at dawn,
draw cool breaths and watch the sunrise.
I hear the voice of gentle waters;
remember whispers from your eyes.
At that moment a buck appears,
with vapored breath and heaving chest.
The gray falcon shrieks high above,
I realize how much I’m blessed.
I cup of cold water in my hands,
thankful to God, I kneel and pray.
My heart has wings like the eagle,
alive, my love shall soar today.
Through the trees and up to the peak;
with hope and vigor I ascend.
At the crest I howl like the wolf,
on your dear love I can depend.
Bare chested I face strong winds;
close my eyes and taste your sweet kiss.
Your soft embrace gives my heart wings,
in my longings its you I miss.
The sun is high; my skin is warmed;
I meditate on these sights and sounds.
One with you, I am so alive,
enchanted by the gift we’ve found.
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