She Is

She is the comfort in the night

When all the day's tarrying toil melts into the sea of sheets 

She is the peace in the morning

When the soft sunlight nudges me into wakefulness 

She is the kiss on the forehead 

When I do something hard for the first time and make it through

She is the steady presence

That never once failed to meet me where I am 

She is the open door

When the rest of the world has shut me out for the night

Her welcoming light wraps me up

In the most nonjudgmental folds of sweet, sweet love 

She is the laughter that picks me up 

When I've fallen into puddles of embarrassment 

And she sheds her coat without hesitation 

To dry me off

And restore my beauty

She speaks to me in the pew

Surrounded by my fellow broken family

And she smiles as we stumble over old hymn lyrics

Peering into each of our aching hearts and joining our chorus of pain and ambition

Infusing our timid voices with harmonies of hope

She is the giver of the perfect song

To help me out of a depressed slump

She is the blanket in my closet

When the depression stays a while

I hide in her patterned arms

And she doesn't make me feel dirty

Or unwhole

Or pathetic 

Or low

When I can't find the strength

To meet the day 

She is grace from the trees

When the white petals of new spring blossoms float around

She is in the breeze 

As those petals take home on my eyelashes 

As they meet the ground beneath my feet 

She is the grace in the evening

The flame that takes the candle wick

And accompanies me through the loneliness 

She is all the controversial statements that the rest of the world runs from because she isn't afraid to challenge my small human perception of this one life I get to live

She will never fit into the box of any language

Yet here she is

With me

In me 

She is in the eaves of my soul

She is in the dancing 

The weeping 

The laughing

Of my being

She is in the soft paw of the fox

That roams in the night

She is in the rushing waterfall

That kissed my hair

She is in the soil

From which the flowers grow

And the worms make home

She is love

She is my God.