I'm more than fine--
You're here with me
And the day gets better
Progressively.
I am an idiot,
All aware
That I am nothing
When you're there.
No stars, no breeze,
No rolling stones
Beat the silence
Of us, alone,
Facing thresholds,
Facing years,
Expecting miles,
Smiles, and tears.
Today's my day--
No, wait: it's yours.
And I come knocking
At your door.
Let me in,
Please take my hand.
Today I find
My promised land.
I'm more than fine,
For I am surrounded,
Blessed, and held,
Loved and hounded,
And I don't deserve
That the sunrise
Be a reflection
Of your eyes.
I am held, loved, and awake.
I pray the Lord
My soul to take
And make this year,
This life, this day,
Wholly yours
In every way.
postscript
Poem for my birthday. And what a day it was. Thank you, Lord.