amid this insistent flooding
Why so brittle and fearful, dear? Your hair is all wet! Yes, I know, it’s a trick we can’t seem to get, God drenching us in light all day long. But isn’t it a bit strange that we aren’t yet A single ocean Amid this insistent flooding? Even at night, the stars and moon lighten your sleep. So why are you afraid, my sweet? Might a fountain of photons one day break you, or turn you into a seal? Look, this well-watered garden: A sunflower doesn’t need courage to turn. Bees drunk in her heart are oblivious to time. The cynic says, the sunflower is a function of biology. The lover says, she is devotion and delight, a poet for truth. She spirals into seeds, dances in rivers of petals. Isn’t it a bit of a miracle too that she falls and unborn flowers again? Did she ever stop to tell the light: Enough! I am dying! Why resist, my love, when God bathes you in riotous bliss. Incessantly! Dear, be devoted to the real. Let your shriveled leaves fall into Love’s eternal sea.
