G-d sings to us in solo, G-d swings in truth’s duet,
G-d raises our becomings, the wandering, the set
G-d lives in each abruptness, G-d phrases out our lungs,
The Master witnesses elderly’s errant young.
G-d watches and He winks, G-d praises what’s not yet,
He topples the unspoken- messages that sent.
The aroma of lilacs; the attempt of what’s been done,
The gift of babies gabbing-the daughters or the son.
With perfection now sidelined and Presence in the sun;
I have loved you since beginning our process to the One.