cumulus clouds cumulate beneath the surface
and threaten to rain their contents down my cheeks at the first
sign of another front
like pretending i don't see rainbows in the irises of all mankind
it's humid
i feel hot
and my skin is sticking to nothing but dew drops in the uncertainty
of each morning
so are you the shoulder assigned to me?
to provide a break in this overcast?
the shoulder strong enough to lean me towards the sun in my darkest hours?
no offense
i don't need you to complete me
but i would love for you to be here to amount to something
with me
to help signal the world
our parents
our children
that it's going to be okay
because look at us
as one
in a world divided by fear
weathering every storm
together
frustrated within the eye of each tornado
yet thriving within its calm as we're lifted through torrential downpours
indexed so far inside the Richter scale that the magnitude of our ups and downs don't register
transformation ethereal
transformation ethereal
so beautiful, the destruction of worldly walls and faulty foundation
as welcome in our home as sunrise blessing earth with enough fruit
to nourish nations
are you the seed?
cultivated specifically for my winter barren land ready to give of itself?
are you him?
my snooze button?
providing me with just a few minutes to not be awake?
my alarm clock?
set to break this fast when my Father says I'm ready?
are you him?
so rooted in God that you're able to rejoice when you uncover my well of tears?
because you understand why I've collected them
because you possess The Light to see preservation of love at the bottom of this salty pool
because
you see the opportunity to drink of God's enhancing power and
remain eternally thirsty
for His plan
for us
for His plan
for us
are you him?
the man created to bathe in my testimony?
afraid but ready
and willing
to make yours just as available to me?
are you
him?