Together

We lie not on the cold, hard earth
But buoyed by the bouncy meadow grass.

We walk not shrouded by stalking shadows
But through softly-sheltered glens, in the shade of protecting pines.

We plunge not into a murky swamp
But a cool, crisp, inviting ocean.

We fly not through sunless skies blotted by thunderheads
But borne by the Hand of God, under the arcs of rainbows.