"it is real" - a reflection

i remember the years past,
thick summer mornings on a bunk bed,
how those words stole me then,
and they took root so strong.
so ignorant,
i did not even know it,
that life passing from those words
through my wide eyes.

and sweet blooms i can see now,
so many years later.
blooms of rich colors,
my very breath, my blood.
i didn't even know then.
i gave of myself so early,
so trusting.

sweaty knees in
criss-cross-applesauce,
the smell of bug spray and earth,
the host of robins singing from outside the screen windows.
hallelujah,
i set myself up
to never find another love as good as He.