O God, my God
the all of life
embodied fullness,
embodied whole,
with a faith unknown, unearned,
unearthed,
our breaths, our lungs—
the heart which beats in a rhythm you appoint,
anointed One,
sweetness of self settled into Self, a One,
the mystery of mysteries persuade
my being, its singular cadence,
formed into the song
of creation/Creator.
all glory to you
(to me)
(to us)
(to you),
my Love.
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perhaps my sabbath is on a tuesday night when i need a good pause. thanks for the riceboy.