No explanation

What You have done
is not taught at dawn's
early betrothal,
nor is it possible
to categorize
and place it
among stacks
of joking remedies.

Your willingness
to climb mountains
and give your day's
breath, all for the sake
of a fallen creation.

Your happiness
in finding a lost sheep,
bringing one who strays
back to its flock, family.

You have done the same
with my fleeting heart.

I cannot guess an end
to Your miracles,
or Your healing of my
homesick callings.

You compose Love,
something unbreakable,
something that never
surrenders to darkness,
something that gives,
something that is humble.

You will wait for me
to answer your letters
of fearless hope,
You know just what
awaits me,
I love you more and more.