Enraptured

Poems From The Porch

To what freedom am I being called today?

To what lightness of being?

Perhaps it is the introspection of knowing what is true for me.

Perhaps it is the opening wide of my big, gushy heart.

Perhaps it is the grounding of my awareness in the palpable aliveness of my body temple.

And undoubtedly,

it is the invitation to merge so completely

with the fecund extravagances of this holy moment

that I am intoxicated and enraptured by the ineffable presence of God.