It’s like…
a cooling drink in summer heat
a ride on which I’d never been, and likewise
a ride I’d ride a million times again
Like…
sunrise’s gracious light
sunset’s blazing array of sight, these colors
like, like a spider’s web design–
intricate, strong, delicate
It’s like…
the distant sound of trains at night
which I arise again to find with morning light
peeking through our blinds
Like…
Yankee candles lit for about twenty minutes
filling the whole house with a vanilla-peppermint
kind of
like hearing an album you can’t put down
a sound your ears and soul were made for
It’s like,
It’s like,
It’s like a thousand things,
yet nothing’s quite like it.
I can’t explain it all away,
sublime delight
it’s
a gift given when we give it
cherished only when we share it
A gift,
so designed by the Giver
it multiplies our delight
and our image,
subtracting our singleness
equaling oneness.
