Searching Me, Finding You

I met a man today, a stranger, yet somehow known to me.

I couldn’t shake the familiarity—a leaf joined to a distant tree.

He spoke as though he knew me, took liberty with candid speech,

Brought a batch of growing pains to me but delivered each one patiently.

I conversed with him as we walked.  His rest placed my stir to sleep.

I sensed his need to impart to me, a secret hard to keep.

He spoke of life as if once wholly blind.  He marveled at the tiny things.

He seemed to have a certain, slower soul,

And walked an uncharted, audacious path.

He exposed to me the exquisite gift that God entrusted to me.

And when he was finished speaking from his heart,

He vanished peacefully,

The only thing remaining of the encounter was,

What he revealed to me.

He imparted to me a blessing.

It was wrapped in a simple phrase.

Love your gift from heaven,

She is how your spirit was saved.

And I find in his words my reason,

My call, my need for you.

I know with all my heart,

That all he said was true.

For without you the very pastels of life,

Are doomed at best to velvet grey,

Songs of spring reduced to keening dirge,

My heart with words but naught to say.

In you I have a vault of light,

A store of laughs, a passionate flood.

Through you I pour my best,

To have it strained of fines,

And returned in purest love.

Through your eyes I see what I should be,

Through your ears I hear a noble voice,

In your mind the very best of me,

In your heart, a lover’s choice.

Through you I reach the truth of life,

By your stillness I am moved.

To the increase of me, I toast to you,

My joy, my queen, my muse.