A week of weary wobblings has brought me here

where iris rise like whitecaps on big water

and I watch entranced

as sparks leap

from the fresh calm of iris song.

 Leaning in close to hear…… closer still,

a faraway sound drifts near

from a childhood garden

in the time of jellybeans and pretty dresses

and chocolate bunny sweetness

where the iris
first sang me their songs.

for these ears grown tired,

like an ancient jewelry box,

its haunting fingers playing over my heartstrings

some long forgotten song

….my very own still small long ago voice

singing along

 “i-yis”….”i-yis”….”i-yis”

“I…yes” to you,  free and freeing One,
to the Love who came near
to fight for and win my “yes”

 to being known and understood

chosen and cheered for

protected and pulled for

cherished and encouraged

wanted and doted on.

“Yes” to being welcomed and included

planned for and desired

 smiled at and defended

pursued and provided for

rescued and released.
Because of such a Love such as this,

I yes!

(thanks for reminding me,  lovelies:)