The Hallelujah Horizon

We walk outside to enter inner worlds.

There the horizon of my eyes.

Here a horizon in my heart.

We train each step to whisper, “Bless.”

But then we run away from this to that.

Do you see how there is no difference between walking to a taco stand and climbing stairs to heaven?

Every time you fall, may you get back up to stand taller. Every time your heart skips a beat may it resume to speak truer.

When the world cycles into cynicism, only sincerity can save us.

Do things with such a happy heart that no one can resist remembering that radiance once danced with rapture to replenish the redemptions found in each night.

Breath of green bouquet, world left alone, surrendered smile, return to us.

Wandering grin, wisp of wind, light that leads us, you traveled all this way and waited all these years, do not abandon us again.

Set down your bags, this place orbits a star, waiting for you to speak his name. Since the dawn light traveled the universe searching for darkness it never finds.

If you see birds gather in your morning’s trees, tell them Hallelujah for me. Tell them their soaring has seeped so deep into my metaphors that everything sparkles like a melody spelling out joy.

If I am not really me, you are not really you. We are ploys in the poetic puzzle of words we can’t help but continue to assemble.

Life has never been able to sit still. Sunlight loves warming a brave head of hair. When the moon and the stars are on hand to hold me.

Heroes, do not dim. Share your light with us, we who have lost the sense of place and hidden in certainties that lack the love of sinking into life’s mysterious muddle.

Remember what delights you, only this can reignite you to be the flame that warms the world through her winters.