Waiting for our Return

The light of the sun kissing the rose is life.

Photo by Jill Dimond

What rose
can ever blossom her soul
without the light of the Sun? 

All beauty longs to be witnessed
in the heart of an everlasting love. 

We are a breath of Christ, 
carved through the Aspen branches
in the forest
crossed in every position imaginable. 

There is a truth
concealed in a mantle 
out in the quaking mountains waiting for us.
It will take time to walk there
where the burden of the genuine rests 
eager 
for our return. 

We are the rose, aspen, sun, mountain.
And, we are never alone.