across the wide opening sky.
I am a chamber of echoes from out of his heart.
I am an oboe played on the shore of Galilee
where angels tuck under each wave, a psalm.
Your Spirit writes symphonies of I CAN
and you dance, oblivious to worry.
Your cloak swishes the universe
and brings the unknowable close to my skin.
I give myself over to be loved by you.
I give myself over to be loved in return.
Your presence passes, my hand stretches out
from the cleft of the rock.
Small ambitions wash away on the tide,
as I tune into your sound.
Small ideals are relinquished in the immensity of you,
I refract upon your affirming eyes,
as many hands lift me over the verge of heaven.
Photography Eugenia Maximova Unsplash