field sermon

do you ever see morning light
hit branches in the breeze
and know it is enough?
yes, and often, it’s all I needed

and do you ever suck in crisp cold air
just to have it taken away?
yes, and often, it gives itself back
in ways
warmer than before

I bow my deep bow
kissing soil with sight
hearing its call
to keep coming back
choosing Yes to this field
and the next
arms
stretched and wide open