meditation


by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer

the sense of falling

flying

strange

but welcome

passing out of range

the tendons pulled where they should be

relaxed at last and I can see

where I am

going

limbs all placed

mind unencumbered

feet, hands graced

with Your strong fingers curled around

unfurled my wings are sloth unbound

my thoughts whether responsible

respond to Your voice possible

and led so gently firmly kissed

in every cell no atom missed

Beloved I soar explore Your face

Your thoughts as I have found my place

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