When will Her love touch my soul?

When will Her love touch my soul?
So, I can see the terrible beauty of it all…
She is so close that I can smell Her breath on the sea breeze…
Feel Her softness in the sand.

She is older than all memory…
Maybe She is memory, itself…
Filled with infinite worlds with infinite possibilities…
Her roaring surf echoing Her truths.

I touch my paw to Her water…
The daylight begins to vibrate…
My heart begins pounding like a Tom Tom…
All the gears in my brain starting to spin.

I know I’m just a pup…
But I have bad days just like you…
Amusing myself with my despair…
Me and you, you know how it can be.

But I ask, when will Her love touch our souls…
Where will it touch us first?
That is the everlasting question…
Humility in the end makes the call.

I love you,

Annie