how to be a human

feel the wind on your face, in your hair
under your feet the grass, the ground, the world
look at the flowers of the field richly robed
listen to the song of the earth’s unfolding
yearning toward final resolution

and now find yourself in the story
living the role you were written to fill —
image-bearer of the Storyteller Himself —
vapor-frail though you know yourself to be
even in this moment He is speaking