we will go to the meadow

come with me my dear
we will go to the meadow near the mountains
and lay there
and feel the bed of earth on our skin bare
we will find that place where angels
have kissed
and live in this light of beauty
we will take our hands and intertwine them
and feel the skin there soft or worn with work
and toil
we will take our cheek and press it against
the earth too
and hear the heavens speak underneath
and hear the seeds beginning to open up
and hear the dirt alive there
we will take our fingers and brush them across
the grass and feel each tingling of life pass thru
them
we will taste the berries on the vine and leave the
sweetness to drip down our face and necks
without a care
as we go on
we will find a place to rest
and sit amongst the forest world
and sit amongst the rocks so silent
and sit amongst the heavenly creation
that is like a dream truly
but while it is here now, we will relish it
as if it is our last dinner
and we will take this plate of food and eat it
with all our being
and then be satiated, yes! because we did
not let one moment slip by unnoticed in this
place of life
oh souls, we will go to the meadow
and lay our bodies on the earth