You Are the Apple of My Eye

A Monday Psalm

You are the apple of my eye.
You are safe in the embrace of my wings.
You are light and shadow, 
love and fury,
spirit and meat.

I am your reader; write for me.
I am your song; sing for me.
I am your grief; cry and shout for me.
I am your source; immerse your cup and draw from me.

I bear witness as you
bind up your wounds,
greet the day's first finch,
kiss your dog on the nose,
welcome the stranger,
and mourn your dead.

For I am the wounds and the finch and the kiss and the stranger and the mourning.

I am that I am,
and you are mine.