I tighten when you place
Your hand
On the back of my heart
While my tears pour over your feet
As if from a jar
And my hair drapes my
Weeping love for you, but
I choose to soften
I choose to open
Even if I am unworthy of your touch
You are so worthy of the response
Of my heart
To your nearness
If the hand of god
Touches me
With your hand
I am willing to be worthy
I am willing to be emptied
Of who I think I am
So I can simply be
An offering
i spread myself out
on the earth
under the sun
the whole blue sky
touches my long supine
body
i sink in
and the sky heeds
my invitation
and reaches down
deeper
i will die
i will ascend
thank the gods
i will return
my share of this earth
to Her sacred breast
no one expects me
to carry this body
into the celestine
grace meets me
in this body
on this earth
grace will bear me on
when this body
descends
I set the table
for a trillion
hungry mouths
and invite the
soil angels
to feed
While i weep
divinely proud
of the gift
my body makes
to the ground.