How am I to refuse its entrance when the ground itself breathes in and out a love sonnet?
Proclaiming, shouting, the wail of love lost
Be green, be lush He commands. For I love and am Love
Be still, fall into the depths. You will find Me there too
Back and forth, to and fro, side to side, again, again
Brokenness used to shatter, until I was told in brokenness love is found
May I express my brokenness? May I?
I run, I am running to multiply, to die, to break, to keep my spirit from its awakening
The change of color, the flush of tide, the sand to hide my feet
My desire, my God, my refusal, my search, my Beloved.