This came out suddenly, without too much thought…
I want to lose myself walking among the stars,
and drink from the Milky Way
ride on a comet and contemplate the universe,
then go back down to earth
and feel the salt of the sea,
the eastern breeze
and the trunks of the trees,
and the touch of the moss as I sit
in the forest, on the altarstone.
I want to love and care for the beauty
we’ve been given
and hand it over immaculate to our children,
and heal the wounds
made by thoughtlessness and greed,
by blindness and vanity,
and to call things by their name,
so that good people
may never be confused
or err again,
people who really know how to love.
Will you walk with me through beauty?