Bone. Water. Flesh.
Lovely sacrifice on my behalf.
Pulling me upwards.
Planting my feet on solid faith.
No longer faulty and fearful.
You are in me.
You show up every morning.
Reminding me to live in full awareness.
So I listen. I listen to the hustle and bustle of trade and travel and profit.
As birds fulfill their morning songs.
I think of your keeping.
Enshrouding me with grace undeserved.
Resurrecting glories from withered hope.