Rapture

I want to believe
that God is where we gather
on the plain,
each bearing some gift we found,
like children,
with the mystery of a broken bird's egg,
or twig in bloom,
grubby-handed from sorting through
the things of earth,
each with something new.

Go outside and play with friends,
follow how the paper boat
makes its way downstream or the paper airplane
sails away.
When you understand these things
come home.
Come home with what you know
and gratitude.

i'm thinking i responded to this poem in a different forum.

it resonates so well with my own sense of what god connection is.  but you have articulate it in a way
that makes my own sense and sensibility of and around god much more clear.