I considered
the lilies,
birds of the air,
grass of the field.
You asked,
“Are you not
much better than these?”

from that nascent moment
when eyes first saw the light,
stammering lips
birthed joy
unspeakable:
my life a conundrum,
a mustard seed,
a gift.

for You pursued me,
but I found You
as a thirsty deer
in summer
runs panting
towards the bubbling
water brooks.

and I found a place to dwell
and blossom,
in love’s grace,
by the lilies,
birds of the air,
grass of the field:
by streams
of living water.