Motive

I must confess,
my ultimate goal is to make you
fall madly in love with me….
 
But not me, exactly --
rather, the wild beauty that
  is all,
    in all.
 
In my breath I hope you feel
wind sighing through pines,
see the eternity of ocean tides in my eyes,
hear the songs of stars and crickets in my voice,
and taste the generosity of forests in my lips.
 
I want you so smitten,
that through loving me
you will grasp the belovedness of you,
trust your preciousness,
and know that this is all
  grace,
    abundant  
      and free