There is sweat on the glass
And sun on the grass,
And it’s greener than believable.
It’s all green everywhere, but taking different shades
At different lengths and heights and widths.
And I wonder why You chose blue and green and brown to be what I see today,
And why they heal me so.

The wind is in the treetops
And the white noise of a million leaves shifting in their seats
Lulls me to content in my porch-swing cradle.
I don’t have to be anywhere right now,
So I’ll stay here forever…
Sipping bourbon and mint,
Infusing into tea by the minute
Like my drink.

These are small moments,
Captured not by intellect, but by sense.
The color green,
Mint juleps,
And summer warmth on cheeks
Might just bring us closer to Him
Than a thousand systematic theologies stacked skyward.

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