• Rev. Ani

Poems From The Porch



One Beam of Love


The sunlight is caressing the straw-colored bales

that are dotting the field like slightly-toasted marshmallows.


The wisteria is showing leaves of rust, yellow, and green,

and the porch pots are still offering their purple blossoms on the vines.


A songbird is singing a solo from the pines,

while a warm fuzziness is purring on my lap.


The coffee wakes up my palette this morning with a pungent greeting.


I am overwhelmed by the preciousness of this life

—a feast for the senses,

and I am grateful for the miracle of my body

that allows me to experience it all.


I am one point of consciousness

with one unique perspective

whose awareness contributes to the all-encompassing totality

of the Great Lover of us all.


I am one beam of Love

shining on all of creation,

a focal point of appreciation and tenderness.


I am the Loving Gaze.