The sweet taste of sunlight.
Cold creek on the shins.
Colored-tailed soaring in the heavens.

Who knew these were the medicine my soul needed,
breath into my ever tightening chest.

See, I have been given new eyes
with which to know an old Creation.

Has it been here this whole time?
God in the blades of grass,
the bird filled trees,
and floating leaves.

We are surrounded by the Garden of Delight.
May her river flow and overflow,
my ever expanding abyss.