And there will be flowers


In our life, together
Given and gifted
received and taken

As you take my soul
and return it, whole
And I, yours

That there will be meadows
white with beargrass
and mountains, violet

and slate skies with thunderheads
building all afternoon

And rain, on petal and branch
and seed, just breaking itself apart
with new life

And every season of the heart
and every pain, comforted
and every joy, shared

And there will be me
And there will be you
together, just
and simply,
loving one
another

.
jjl 19 November 2007