The flora and fauna
along my daily routes
picking flowers
I want to know more about
everything
my God
my physiology
my inward story
The music
to which I lend my ears
the way it fills me
and makes me
part of something dear
The companions
that come
and go
in their own seasons
watering me
shedding light
into my being
knowing me
and letting themselves
be known
a picture
a pattern
of what’s to come
The gentle winds
that flow through
windows ajar
in my home
in my soul
they caresses me
and hold me
they carry the bird’s song
wrapping it around my fingers
weaving it into the tresses of my hair
making it mine
These are the healing things:
to know and be known
to love and be loved
by God
by friends
by nature
and by my own person.