A Sun, rising over

the top of the Hill.

He Stands Shining.


I walk upward,

and he turns to me,

Beaming.

“Follow Me.

Ever Unfolding,

Always Here and Now

No Matter What.”

I Took His Hand,

And as I Did,

He Became Everything.

I took him in through every pore,

A Sunflower in the Summer;

And Gave him Back to Himself

and Every All that They Were.

I Live out this Story

From Beginning to End,

Again and Again -

In Every Passing

Hour of Every

Living Day.