Dear Mystery,
You hide behind the product
Of a deep, deep kind of grace
And love and life are artists
Who compliment your face.
I love your little raindrops
And the heartache in the stars.
I love the breathless wonder
In the places where you are.
You tangle me in cobwebs
And electrify my dreams.
I hope your touch will make me
Much more than what I seem.
postscript
Day 15. I thought one of the best ways to catch up was to write a series. Here's the third of a five-part series of epistles to Love, Life, Mystery, Grace, and Truth.