God of the open garden
we have found you
and long to hold you fast.
But you refuse our clinging need,
eluding the love
that would bind and possess you,
sending us out
beyond the bounds of our feeble knowing.
Rapt in our joy and desire,
we cannot interpret you:
you have gone from us again,
moving into morning,
moving into light.
In your great love,
wait for us,
where you have sent us,
go ahead of us,
be there to meet us,
risen, released in your world
Nicola Slee
The Book of a Thousand Prayers
Beautiful picture and poem. Thank you for sharing….
Specially for me, I think! Thank you!