He lords over

Have you known it?
A heart bursts sometimes,
and sometimes knots cold;

sometimes it freezes over
and knells up granite...
Then one rustle of the leaf
in some newborn stir of the breeze,

when clouds wear the air
and come home to feed the fire,
a song wraps itself in some eyes
and comes looking for you.
Have you known it?
The hopeless
free fall
into love...
into my God?