My love has risen from shoulder deep in quicksands with its hands tied,

It has rebuilt homes swallowed by mudslides

Sculpted an army of snowmen from avalanches

 

When earthquakes awakened tsunamis,

My love stood.

It endured.

Until the winds calmed

and the clouds surrendered to the sun

 

My love walked along the side of Yellowstone’s supervolcano and calmed its rumbles

Reassured that its roars weren’t voiceless

 

My love produced beans, squash and corn on dry land

Desalinated the soil

Rolled up its sleeves to do God’s work

 

Yes, I’m amazed too.

 

In the times I’m afraid that I’m not built for this,

I remember there’s no ocean without the rain,

And no rain without some sunshine,

I remember the love that is flowing through me is one that cannot be denied.

 

God’s love has swallowed & redelivered me to reveal the love I thought was only God’s to share

is also my own.

It is ours,

It is the trees, the rivers, the earthquakes.

It is the tears, the mantras, the ceremonies.

It is.