Claiming Love

The sweetest fawn I spy just below the dark, Forest’s Edge.
She races toward me when I slowly move to her. How bold!
When I back away, she too hides beneath the cradle of nature’s
Canopy. A glimmering ray of sunshine unveils her celestial eyes.
Boldly she jumps into the meadow, unafraid of her unveiling.
I watch this fawn pace along love’s edge with sensuous strides.
Her boldness inspires, yet startles me. In feigned fear I seek
A Crooked Shadow with which to bond, quantifying vain reasons
To deny or qualify the purpose of this most Beautifully Adorned,
Morning Glory. So sleek and swift, spry and full of life. Yet, as I
Love her from the crooked crevices of my place of dread, I Realize
It is not Chance that makes me step into the love of her dance.
This yearning of mine to savor each and every nuance of her grace,
Comes born from no blind trick of ear or eye, touch or smell. No,
It stems from the deepest source of all, the drawing room of the
Highest! The light of yesterday’s sight cannot escape love’s prism.
In such a place God wields the mystery of His Mighty Hand, and all
Creation knows. No coincidence stirs this dancing fawn at Hope’s Edge.
Can gray skies turn brightest blue with hearts so true..so true?
By His Clues Divine, so True, tomorrow’s dance brings the New?