As a child you saw me from high in your sky
before I could see you, though questioning ‘why’
people, world-over continued to lie
about where we were going just after we’d die.
Invisible I felt, though by you saw; seen.
You peeked my invisible; you plucked my heart strings.
I wanted to thank-you… forever it seems as eternity circles.
As I cycle in tries;
for you believed in me before
I believed in myself… My eyes tear in gratitude.
My throat chokes in quiet cries
for you drew back the curtains on a little one… screened.
Not a daisy, nor tulip. Not a dainty sweet rose
sadly torn from a bush before fragranced a nose.
A weed in garden. A wagon needing a push.
You framed me as a flower. You pulled me by your hand.
You bandaged my ‘blunders’ and whimpers you shushed.
Now I travel to high places
after learning how to stand… I saw your majesty in creation.
Perceived by me grand. In heaven awed glorious; too wondrous on land.
The stars dance before me.
The wind spins me free.
I twirl in your love that I didn’t once see
thinking it only for those who visible be.
ITH & SB 