Can we be bonded by a faith like this?
where our own existence
is enough? and our faults
seem to vanish
in its ocean of magnificence
the way a mosquito
seems to vanish
as it dances
across the sun?
This here we are
is the gateway
into a Love
so abundant
that ripe plums
weigh their branches
to hover above
our cupped hands.
I may have reasons for doubt,
but those plums... so deliciously full, so ready
to burst! ...they seem to say
yes.
From and for God
