In this month of Elul

I approach my King

who came down from His throne

earth meeting His feet

striding the fields

to be alongside me

and in His presence

I’m in His halls

might oaks trumpeting

blossoms rejoicing

clouds like chariots

painting a masterpiece on blue canvas

with glorious brushes of light

zephyrs rest and calm my soul

as all fauna’s joy stirs my spirit

I’m walking through an open door

to His heart flung open,

to meet my beloved

my gentle, humble, and magnificent King.