The Safety of the Hymn — a poem

I fit in the recesses
of the farthest rock
In the heat from the
breeze
In the cushion of it

I feel the safety
of the hymn
In the strength of
its insisting

I insist
on dwelling where I am
In truth
In the brilliance of its glory
penetrating the truth of itself

I want nothing
I know that hand
that look
The energy of scintillation
The unspeakable feast
the leaf as it repositions
When the drop of moisture falls away

The wavelength seeks its end
the insistence to join
Exposed
and longing to remain
Upheld in truth
and the love of it all

The affirmation to be shared
and willingness to be
In witnessing
participation by connection
In our reflection
is love

(awaiting essay)

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