My Portion II

Lord, You are the sun

streaming through

the tall trees

and lighting the path

in front of me.

You are the light

that I follow, but also

the shadows, the dark,

dancing leaves waving

hello in the breeze

and saying,

“Stop, rest here

in the heat of the day.”

Lord, You are the two

butterflies, butter-colored

and small, circling and darting,

dancing with one another

as they alight here

on this blade of grass

and here on this purple bloom.

You, Lord, are the one

who makes me smile.

You Lord, are the burbling

and gurgling and cooing stream

that giggles with delight

as it pours and slips and slides

over the furry, mossy rocks.

Lord, You are the storm.

You are the blackened clouds,

filled to bursting and then exploding

in a torrent of rain that rides

the wind and sweeps across

the fields like white-capped rapids.

You are everything, Lord.

Remind me of that, Lord, daily.

Remind me that You are everything

I will ever want, and You are many things

that I wasn’t even aware that I needed.

You are my portion, Lord.

You show me the path

and in You is fullness of joy.

Amen.

Psalm 16:5, 11