with Sunday afternoons and ice cream splurges
with laughter and the gentle guidance of mentors
I am in love
with the singing and screeching that greets me after lunch
and with complaints about homework, heat and boys
I am in love
with the scent of California jasmine
and the cool evening breeze on my dusty skin
Each of these is a divine whisper
adding to the song that birthed my beginning
and each time I listen
I find again
myself, God's image, and thus God's own humming heart
