Field Notes of Our Love

We follow the breadcrumbs God leaves,

Two gentle scientists in the field of dawn,

Listening for wings in the quiet,

Catching whispers between the leaves.

We turn our love toward the world,

A prism, a magnifying glass, a gentle flame.

Learning how souls unfold,

How laughter heals, how presence restores.

What we find in each other,

We give to the world.

What we learn in the world,

We bring back to each other.

We are curious, playful, reverent,

Holy detectives of the unseen,

Walking home hand in hand,

Carrying medicine made of love.