Would That I Were

Would that I were a windy breeze,

tickling the tails of tall river rush,

fickle cattails browning in decline,

up through the trees and above the leaves.

We would rise—

invisible and present perpetually—

surveying the scene as no eye can behold,

for self occludes the lens of perspective.

Better, then, to be the wind and dance reflective.

Would that I were a turbulent twister,

as emotions at times to me seem—twirling,

spinning endlessly in our own devastating orbit,

debris of life lived and flown, trucks as bridges burned.

Would that I were a single shining star,

ever orbiting Your greater gravity and luminance,

burning my gasses off in zero gravity as witness,

shining simply to make You smile.

Orbiting You to observe and know You just a touch,

More then I did before we began so long ago.

I would burn for You then as I do here,

With our without witness I will lay myself low.

Would that I were with You where You are.

I am terrified, and in awe at the notion still.

I entreat and ask for strength to hold fast,

and keep the faith until the end—when

You gather me to Yourself once again.

As You told us the Way, how to live.

How to share our tears in togetherness.

Before we too follow in your footsteps.

Returning to our source.

Dust