Here is where I long to be comforted
By her, her sentient praise lifting valleys
with all the colors of our glowing souls.
Her radiant gratitude gathering our tears
To water her secret gardens.
Her listening love embracing my quite, thumping body
As I hold all that is vast within me, in this seemingly tiny body.
An organ of delight.
May I find what is all Holy
And may it strengthen this palace of sacredness
May I join her in all her glory,
In all her Earthly presence.