Mountains drink from
your palms
and raise (lift) themselves toward the blue.
Trees wrap themselves
in green wind
and breathe You in.
Birds nest in the armpits
of oaks
and listen to the rustle of planets.
Planets suck the nipples
of earth
and reek with the groans/moans/ of fruits.
And so from age to age
pours a symphony oflife
and departure into the life in You.
God is With Us
Becoming man
You made us partly gods,
tucking inside the soul
sky's blue, and punishing
us with a hope and yearning
for divinity.
Becoming man,
You made us the children
of your mercy,
lost in the ephemera of earth
helpless in the other worlds
outside time.
