Venus adorns the morning’s crescent,
a glowing diamond in this eastern sky,
while waves of clouds roll beneath
the moon’s waning,
this daily joining in,
a practiced participation,
these lonely dives beneath love’s
surface, breaking into rocks of selfishness
where gleaming bands of diamonds
speak about grace,
sparkling mercies rolling beneath
our smiles, countless gifts
adorning our waxing joy,
sparks of patience and deference
and gifts of active grace
rolling through this mysterious sky.
I crawl into the deep
of our humanity cracking open
and practice cracking open
and being split.
I eat the fruit
and become the fruit
and practice becoming whole
over these years of our growing.
I see the water-filled sky
and its broken light; I see its
clouds, swept milky-white.
We’re practicing looking up,
looking out and up
rather than forward and down,
and it’s working,
I’m almost seeing through
is a fluttering life lived imperfectly
within the vastness of
God’s big heart.