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