Asking this morn,
“What am I here for?”
Pondering,
“Why was I born?”
And answering
In the quiet of my mind
Forever more,
To spread Joy
Like sweet honey butter
Melting all over
The warm bread
Of Life
No matter what I do,
No matter where I am at,
No matter who I am with
That’s who
I choose
To be
Embodied :
As Love
In action
Kissing Kindness
With heart-fluttering
Attraction
Where Grace
Is born
From the fertile womb
Of my sacred space
Birthing, I
In the image of
Divine’s face
For all to witness
Who choose such embrace…
2021, barefoot poet
~renew this commitment every breath of every new dawn you are reborn, for even the sweet honey butter in the store needs to be restocked forever more...
{ Image by Benn McGuinness on Unsplash }