Because of love I kneel down here—
To a bird, a seed, a story.
To a wildflower, a stream, a vision of
The light cracking on sky
Because of love I leave myself here—
On the far side of the place where I thought
I was going—
Nearer to something that I cannot name,
And do not have to
Because of Love I hear what
You have been telling me
All my life
And now I can
Believe it.
—Rev. Laura Martin, pastor, poet and author of Breaking into Light, as originally shared by The Center for Spirituality in Nature (Reshared with permission.)
image is oak over Dry Creek by Annette McGinley