Would that I could stroll through life unencumbered,
And like the rose unfold alone in simple beauty toward the infinite.
But where I get caught is that I want to know them all.
In every person’s face god peers back at me,
with a look of subtle compassion and eternal love.
And an invitation,
though their mouths and their eye contact
often don’t invite me the way god did through them,
before they knew I was there.
That I can’t have them all
doesn’t mean I can’t still dream of it,
in my most conscious waking.