I Am Of

I am of the hills

Where division of land and sea and sky remains unsettled,

Where curves define all boundaries,

And the kingdom of plants still reaches for pieces of the sky.

I am of the shore

Where air and water and stone combine in frothy tumult,

Where tides change all the rules,

And creatures must constantly decide to which dominion they belong.

I am of the sky  

Where star and cloud and rainbow tug upward on my soul, 
Where birds negotiate with gravity,  
And I am free to dream on the edges of infinity.

I am of the One,

In Whom I live and move and have my being,

Who is and was and is to come,

And fills my every moment and place with love and meaning.

© 2016 Bob Mason

The Smell of Grace (Communion)

I smelled the blood today,
But it did not smell like blood.
The concord sweetness filled my eager nostrils,
Sweetness that conquered my heart long ago and still.

I lift the silver lid.
The wafting vapors whisper,
Sweet whisper of love,
Incomprehensible sacrifice,
Overwhelming lavishment,
The taste of fruit undeserved and luscious,
Crushed
That I might smell,
That I might taste,
That I might absorb to utter saturation,
Love, infinite and inexhaustible.

I thirst no more and yet ever.

©2013 Bob Mason