Use the night to wash
the sunlight from your wings.
Ascending into glory
has made you stiff.
Let
gravity be your prayer.
Plummet with valor.
A mother draws you down
to her umber breasts.
Mingle in the pull of that deeper love.
Cease to struggle
against what makes you heavy
and you will be weightless.
Anoint your forehead
with grass and soil.
Unpolish yourself.
Into your bright wounds rub
the tincture of darkness.
God wants to be all of you.
From my book, 'Savor Eternity One Moment at a Time.'
Image by Bernadino Luini, National Gallery, Washington.
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