• One day I had a date, you see
    A meeting between God and me
    Invited, excited to even be
    in that place and time to even see
    Yes, that place and space that exists between
    My date today--God and me.

    I chose the place in which to meet
    A shore not far from home, you see
    My home where I roamed and waited to be
    in that place with my date, just God and me.
    He chose the time, I happily complied
    I acquiesced and dressed to draw his eye
    In those eyes I could see creativity
    Those eyes that could See only God and me.

    We chatted near jagged rocks near sea
    He let me talk most, mostly about me--
    My passions, dislikes, and history--
    The perfect date if you asked me.
    He listened and shifted quietly
    So as not to interrupt my fond rambling
    Fond rambling, found he quite interesting
    A caught eye! thought I about God and me

    We strolled past rows of shells and trees
    Along the shore, tired of rambling
    I wanted to know more my date, you see,
    A bit more. Did I bore him endlessly?
    I asked him about then his past simply
    About his interests, hopes, and history
    To explore that place in that space between
    That space made between God and me.

    He beguiled my childlike quizitry
    With motions mild and plaintive pondering
    That moment then felt like eternity
    As placid waters and skies rolled restlessly
    A restless motion, an undulation
    Did I exasperate him with my adulation?
    My lips parted in search of exoneration
    When he looked with those Eyes, eyes of creation
    Those eyes in which I could see
    The truth that laid between God and me.

    I knew then, he didn't need to speak,
    Just what it was he thought of me.
    Of me, my life, and humanity
    All existing in that place in the space between.
    As sun set, I admit unabashedly,
    I looked away from those eyes of creativity
    Overwhelmed and wrought so helplessly
    In that space against time, for God and me.

    I looked back once more, I had to be...
    But all that was was shore and sea
    Had he gone? I was wrong for I felt within me
    His touch like an indelible reverie
    A touch as such I took home with me
    After that day in that place just for God and me.