The Feast

"Welcome home,"

Whispers the wind.

The leaves giggle and whisper

As I walk through the columns of trees

Marching down the hall.

The carpet of leaves, grass, and moss

Cushions my echoing footfalls through the great hall.

Sunshine beams warmly at me,

Winking and flirting through the treetops and clouds.

Infant trees tug at my dress,

Eager for attention and affection.

Their parents stare down in solemnity,

While adolescents tug my sleeves.

And the leaves rain down celebration

At the feast.

God and I, Hand in hand,

Pass under the arch to a beginning,

Another new beginning.

His kisses make me sigh with the wind,

Laugh with the leaves,

Dance with the trees.

Oh, how lovely to be loved.