amid insistent flooding

Why so brittle and fearful, dear? Your hair is all wet! 
Yes, I know, it’s a trick we can’t seem to get, 
God drenching us in light all day long. 

But isn’t it strange that we aren’t yet 
A single ocean 
Amid this insistent flooding?

Even at night, the stars and moon lighten your sleep. 
So why are you afraid, my sweet? 
Might a fountain of photons one day break you, or turn you into a seal?

Look, this well-watered garden: A sunflower doesn’t need courage to turn.
Bees drunk in her heart are oblivious to time.
The cynic says, the sunflower is a function of biology.

The lover says, she is devotion and delight, a poet for truth. 
She spirals into seeds, dances in rivers of petals. 
Isn’t it a bit of a miracle too that she falls and unborn flowers again?

Did she ever stop to tell the light: Enough! I am dying!  
Why resist, my love, when God bathes you in riotous bliss.
Incessantly!

Dear, be devoted to the real. 
Let your tired leaves fall 
into Love’s eternal sea.

divine flooding | credit jorgen-hendriksen | unsplash