MOMENT OF CLOSENESS

Come sit on my hill,

Contemplate the sky above,

Elements bestowed

On you.

Taste the rain,

Lift up fingers

To your mouth.

Feel it trickle

Down

A face

And body

To the ground.

Make a nest

Within the snow,

Move your arms,

Torn the wings

Children.

Angels knew.

Close your eyes

Against the sun.

View the rays

Which penetrate.

Turn on your side.

Caress the ground

It’s warmth

And motherhood

Hold close

The growing sounds

Bite a blade of grass

Between two teeth

and taste.

The wonder of God’s hill.