my glory and the lifter of my head

'My glory and the lifter of my head.'

I walked into the middle of a field in High Park on my lunch break, and I cried tears of deep sorrow. I stood there in my inside shoes, snow covering my socks, not caring how cold my head or hands were...and I cried. "I love You, I love You, You are my only good" was all I could say.

*crunch crunch crunch* I heard tiny sounds coming from tiny feet fast approaching. I looked down at a squirrel who had come over to discover me. He purused me with his little black eyes, his face covered with the fluffy snow he'd been digging into snout-first. He made me laugh.

And the laughter opened my ears to The Voice:

"I love you, I love you, you are My only you."