"God hugs you, you are encircled by the arms
of the mystery." ~Hildegard of Bingen
God hug me whole and round me with bright thirst,
then crush my clustered loveliness to wine.
And with no feet to tread, may God use mine,
or be the cup in whom I am immersed -
the sky sphered sapphire in a robin's egg,
music spilling from a hollow reed,
the circle of my breath, a prayer to beg
of stars the fire to sing, of You the need.
Small violets dew'd with dawn's dissolving pearl
remind me to be grateful for this mere
vanishing moment, when twinned spirits twirl,
mine in yours, like pollen in a tear.
Love suffers perfect loss, yet owns no less.
The more our hearts surrender, more possess.
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