im waiting

im waiting for the man with the eyes of morings glories.the man that makes death and life enduring neighors.he would b like seeing sun and shower go.the man that would have his back against the sun and his feet in water,that would make him confortable safe and warm.
The man with the sunset in his eyes.his body would move in the dance of seasons,with the patterns of sunshine and rain.he would move with the unpredictable and strange loveliness,as if hes imitating GOD moving upon moutains all is motions towards me would reflect in love.
His path wonder and his heart a dream.his ways past finding out like faith and love. he is grace and terror.he is grace and gentleness. the loving kindness on the faces of the inocent.the cruelty of storms.he is mercy. his ways beautiful but strange as birth and death. and yet he is and would be so much more.