Stuff (A Poem from the New Book, 'Fire of Darkness')

Underestimating your glory
is the only sin.
Give birth to the Christ
in your own body.
Drink up the rest of this day.
Bask in yourself
and squander the kingdom!
A fountain of something like starlight
will rise up your spine,
spilling over, showering the world
with burning seeds of wonder,
gold as the stuff in Mary's womb.