Belief

I believe in myself,
my love, God, and flowers,

       in no particular order,

       for I love myself as she loves me
       and I love her as she loves herself

       she is a flower, dew-dropped,
       she holds my hands and wears flower-prints
       as we walk through holy gardens

       and God is all around and in,
       and the flowers let me feel it,
       like her skin pressed to my palm,
       like her soul, holy, inwoven into mine,

       like God, holy, inwoven to the all

       our love, holy, inwoven into all …