Spring's newest roses
Unfolding in their colourful array
Is a kiss from the Creator
The hare that finds shelter
'neath my wedding trees
Is a kiss from the Creator
The willow trees that bend and sway
In the storms and wind
Is a kiss from the Creator
The magpie that swoops down on my deck
With its feathers of beauty
Is a kiss from the Creator
The raindrops, lightning, dark thunder clouds
The snow, the frost, the icicles
Are a kiss from the Creator
The food I plant each spring in my garden
The flowers that come back every year
Are a kiss from the Creator
The children playing in the yard across the street
The townsfolk that walk by my house
Are a kiss from the Creator
When I look into the night
Or all around me in the day
I am kissed by the Creator
The stars, the trees, the flowers
The waters, the rocks, the animals
All are kisses from the Creator
A kiss is an intimate expression of Love
A kiss is a reminder of loyalty
A kiss is connection
I was given a story once, an introduction
But in nature, in life, is an intimacy not found in the introduction
It is through nature, through life that I am kissed by the Creator
Poet's Note:
"Jesus Loves me this I know… For the Bible tells me so." This is a well known children's song. But the words have lost meaning to me. A book, even the bible, cannot convince me of love anymore. It is the introduction, but doesn't hold me for much longer than that. I am asked to believe in my head that "Jesus Loves me" or "God Loves Me". But the head is not the residing place of Love. The Heart is not the resting place of knowledge. I cannot be convinced from an debate, story or lecture that I am loved. I can only be loved and in that act of loving will I discover I am loved.
So how does The Creator Love? I used to think it just was. I couldn't explain it and didn't feel it necessary to paint a picture. But over the last years, Love has become real, tangible, visual, interactive, effective… love has become more than a story; love has become Love.
I may be a step or two away from being an atheist, but what keeps me from that declaration are the flowers in my garden or my cats or the birds in my crabapple tree or the weather, or the people in my life. I can't paint a picture of the Creator. I can't define gender, character, purpose, or plan. But I can tell you when I get kissed. And in that kissing, I am feeling loved.
