The Scent of God

Hide your infinite 

heart out among the

blueberries; so,

when my soul is 

flagging and weak

I might go there and

wander - tasting the air

for you and closing my 

eyes in a fondness 

of your rich aroma.

Lure me in on the

whispers you planted 

in the dirt.  The ones

watered into leaf and

branch; giving full 

bloom and sensual 

exposure to the dewy 

fronds of your sacred 

and passionate love.

For, I am easily given

over to your wiles; and

haunted by the thrum

of your soul in my own.

So, hide your infinite 

heart out among the

blueberries, ever so and

always.  Please.