To pray you in the morning
as you reach the highest you
blue moons make magic awakenings
so rare, it only finds -you
at the moment of your whole self
anchored in the sweetest surprise of the gifts
that you are breathing in the sparkling fleet of angels
that ride, to carry into
God aspirations, breathing out -your soul is prosperous
and the bluebird sings her prayers in agreement
in answered prayers fields that moment you begin to pray
the prayer is heard, God thinking good- God thoughts about you
salt of the earth, a sound of many oceans, skipping out into the ethers’
leaping joy -glory- bearing-joy, the burning bush, is always with you
is always who you are,
so take off your shoes, you are
holy ground,
holy ground.
you are.