Handmaiden’s Joy

 

Like grain spilling to earth
from a silo filled to overflowing,
Your blessings lavishly anoint me.

 

Such abundance robs me of breath,
replaces air with light,
inflates my lungs with a radiance
that seeps through the folds of my flesh
exposing a long hidden secret.

 

But I am so giddy with adoration
embarrassment eludes me.

 

No longer able to store the bounty,
resist the movement,
my body sways to the cadence of Your love,
and I accept the invitation to dance.

 

 

Alive Now, Nov./Dec. 2006.

Poems

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