find me here

How do I tell you where I am?

Where the valley folds on itself,

nothing else,

but the silver sun in sight. 

How do I tell you where I am? 

In the lap of the moment, 

shaken perfectly,

to the point of stillness. 

How do I tell you where I am?

In loving communion,

with newly formed peers, 

the trees, the rivers and the skies. 

I look forward, 

and He smiles at me. 

My eyes blur, 

and He wipes them dry. 

You won't find me teaching His ways.

Those are reserved for the depressed philosophers. 

So who am I, you ponder? 

I am nothing, but his essence. 

I am nothing, but his freshness. 

I am nothing, but his grace. 

I AM, and let no other labels follow me