Rebirth in Spring (a remix of Gods common grace through Springtime.)

Cool breezes that refine my skin like stone

A fresh outlook from the inner prison of winter

I missed her so and long to kiss her lips that bloom bright from clean snow

The wait is added excitement through new rains and showers

I love the warmth she brings in illuminated rays through the aroma

Of her growing, toxic-to-my-senses, pheromones that make me sick

With love.

So sick I can’t even enjoy her with a clear mind

I breathe in deeply her exhaled northern breath as her fragrance intoxicates

My will to choose, causing me through predetermined desire to select a day of

Just lying down in her pasture. I’d rather.

Her vision gives me memories of better times in Eden and glimpses of future eternities

In a new Earth and neo-Heaven

And yet the here and now I embrace her as she selflessly gives her all allowing her

Intimacy to be seen by all.

But I know her true intentions, her real motives.

She is the daughter of a Father given as a testimony to the greatness of Him. I AM.

She is a picture of the creative prowess of I AM.

And on her best day, when I walk in her beauty and look into the calm of her crystal

Eye like waters, I see the object of His love, to His glory, through her, me.