Thank you Lord
For my heart floats free
In the amnion of love.
I feel it there
Breathing borderless being,
A fluid bathing
In the broad waters of the one self.
Thank you Lord
For with eyes open
I see through a lense of love.
For so long I mistook you
In the world
As flat and featureless
And ached with every minute dull,
Yet now I see miracles:
The mosquito feasting on my skin,
The church lit yellow in the night,
The drone blinking high above my head,
The crickets chirruping,
The dogs barking to their fellow mates,
The simple pleasure
And description of my pen,
And all myriad things unnumbered
And unrecountable
In scope I could not list
Nor tell,
Nor ever find
Unreachable end,
For none seems untouched
By light of life,
Enabling the whole its happening,
The dancing now
Filled beyond truly reasonable.
Oh thank you Lord
For allowing me life,
My old and static heart
Dissolved to but a current,
A brief shimmering,
A joy
Thrilling loose in spirit,
And bringing deepest recognition
That there is nothing
In all this
But you.