Ridge and Valley

I used to live
at the bottom
of a hill.

I think it was
the lowest place
one could live.

I remember clearly
being inside
watching you outside
walking down
while holding
sweet gifts.

Sometimes I would
walk up the hill
and see your type
walking down
with smiles 
and kind hellos.

But your smiles 
and sweet hellos
were what I 
fell into.

In the early spring,
I remember clearly
standing at the top 
of the hill
feeling the warmth 
of the sun, 
feeling you, 
and feeling Jesus.

Later that fall, 
like the fall before,
I was at the bottom
of the hill again
crying to be found 
saying,
"This isn't me."

In the spring
I felt hope 
for you and
in the summer 
we met at 
the same level.

Ever since, 
we've gone up hills 
and mountains
to ridges and 
and we've gone down 
to the valleys.

When we are 
at the same level,
it is natural and
wonderful to meet 
each other with 
smiles and sweet hellos
right where we are.