How do you love you? May you count the ways.
Like rolling mountain rivers, paradise to sort,
Cascading fall of water where an aching heart can port,
Love you ’til grace pours through your very blood
And rain streams down, soaking every leaf and bud.
Walk with yourself on another sunlit road,
The path you call forgiven, forever lined in gold.
Hold up your arms in an everlasting praise.
Memories of the other life may you not refuse;
See your beauty in the shadow of all the silken days.
Count your worth so you might never lose
Sight of who you are in each and every breath.
Hold the mirror toward the face that you must always choose;
Tell the mountains and the valleys you are taller than your death.
Cover image by Blake Carpenter.