December

Issue 39

I beheld God in full, Eye to eye, witness to Creation. But wrenched from the grasp of glory, The itching in my heart Compelled me into the gusts of time. July first, if I'd kept track of days. I landed and found you: New. Needy. And me: Warm. Protective. Fierce. Guardian? Guardian? Guardian--me. After so long, me and you. Heaven-bound, I'd sung of a Father in full sun. Here a Savior in the shadows Cultivates shoots of grace on the prairies of sin. Forgiveness, patience, honor, love, I'd chanted, Unconscious of the price paid below Or a Spirit keening for a human soul's response. You extend your arms, mud-streaked, and He embraces you entire. Unspeaking, I guide your desires, Channel your first fumblings for fullness While buds become petals. I protect you, but you've shown me God anew. Fallen child, you are revelation to me.