I was languishing on the grass one morning–
Just me, my ever-roving hands and my lush emerald-infused imaginings.
I found myself
Falling in between the long verdant blades
When I looked up into the azure dome above me
To behold a sun brighter than any other I’ve ever seen.
I invited that very sun into me
As the tree branches framed
And upheld His visage of fire,
Like hands holding a face
Before a kiss.
The more I opened myself to Him,
The more He filled me up to the brim
Until I overflowed and ran over my own blurry edges
And could take not a drop more
Of His light.