Meeting Words...

From rocks and big sky, I take wing for home
cross curve of sphere,
cross continent,
steel bird delayed here,
then missed there,
catching one last one out by the tail,


and after the landing, winding those long roads
home through the dark, always counting
miles, counting hours, till nearly three,
and when I finally cut the engine and dog wags tail
in the dark and I open door to the shadows and walk boots
across old plank floors to swing
bedroom's old bead door wide open


he's smiling in the lamplight, arms wide open
and I fall into love,
and first words cross my lips, first across his,
are the same, in the same
intertwined moment,
hearts and lips in timed exaltation,


"Thank you, Lord."

:::


"Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good;

his love endures forever."

~Ps. 107:1

Related: A Word to Live By

Photos:
before flying home from Colorado Springs
and last photo, kind thanks to gracious Monica