Speeding home last evening

the hills on the left so green like new born

the valley falling away to the right

sparkling lights, fireflies darting home

Above me the clouds reach out over the mountains

like a shelf, like a counter top, like a window sill

Golden light, and red and orange

pouring over everything like honey, like joy

I see God leaning out of that window

resting His elbows on the sill, peering down at the

fireflies flitting about

He inhales the fresh scent of earth

and water and growing things

And exhales a blessing