Holding On

Oh, but I am not about death.

I am not about rejection or letting go.

I want to open my soul like a pair

of arms and embrace it all–

the beauties of this world–

to gather them in like lovers

or little lambs.

To hold on, to hold on,

to the sun-kissed tiger lilies,

to the sky-colored jays,

to the chartreuse tresses

of willows in the wind,

to their pleasurable dance

and sway.

Hold on to the numinous hosts

of clouds piled high,

to the rushing streams that babble

and slide over root and stone,

to the moon and stars that illuminate

night’s celestial dome.

I want to hold on to everything.

I want to embrace earth’s heaven

as my home.

I want to hug and love the divinity I see

and never let God go.