Heaven Scent

I’m folding in on myself

This warmth and love   

I’m feeling is inclusive,
Complete

I look back and see
Light and shadow
They are who I am   

Take a moment and

Embrace both sides

Bring them together

Let them intermingle

To produce a bouquet

Of the the finest, rare wine

This sweet and intimate encounter

This quiet interlude

Is the vine clinging to the trellis

Without sunshine and without rain

It produces no fruit

Even in the midst of all

The chaos and the turmoil

You now know who you are

For you are the fruit of the vine

From one to another

I love you