a poem

the new advent

the walk to the breeze portico

is to take the peace in your heart

that transcended comprehension

from the start,

and wade about in lagoons

in the rainforest, go about it

like a fitting scarf,

put it on like the willow hide,

the life of the going

on the side of the yard,

to take a long walk

with her the paw of her left finger,

a row of ducks that flap their wings

soft, to say welcome to the ducks,

and the food that we share,

that makes us more aware,

and the life that we savor,

for the love that is cherished,

in the season in the breeze,

she is on my heart, you see,

in quiet whispers she says I breathe

so softly, and I am lofty,

I tell her she embodies high royalty

in the life she is rightfully pursuing,

in the virtuous truths of her ways,

in teaching all children to always take faith,

to understand the world as their dwelling with God,

the souls enlivened to jump to the core.

by Ben Bussewitz, D.D.