The seed of longing underfoot,
So born from melodies - the drought,
Of which blooms heady plumes of soot,
The tail on which a fire tauts,
It's beauty keeps so patiently restrained,
Ascends a smoke of longing heavenward.

A moment to stand straight and still,
When all I do is lately run,
Quickly down far alleyways of thought,
Between conversations and the like,
Long streams of wisdom packaged tight,
Until I run down every store,
Of energy to give. Now to recharge,
To gather all my buzz and finish quick.

The aroma of Christ has come,
Make haste, make room,
He comes, He comes,
Dressing us with wisdom pearls,
Adorning us with holy tears,
He strikes our hearts for holiness,
He calls our names and future hopes,
He calls us out to greater things,
So I say to my Lord: Beautiful one,
Compassionate and faithful is your name,
You are adorned with glory forever,
Have mercy on me, have mercy.

A fragrant summer,
Breeze drifts lightly,
To another's slight delight,
And to my contentment.
A cozy blanket,
Falls from the cosmic canopy,
And raps me up in the deep embrace of stillness.
It's warm and yellow.
Another rests beside also.