Like a rush of butterfly wings, or maybe an angel
My heart wakes and rustles.
Worship runs between the membranes of my heart,
Lifts from kneeling, worship
Rises heavenward, ecstatic flurry.
Then rests. Settles. Calm washes over.
Repose, stillness.
Like the mysterious, hidden beating heart.
Pulse continues, power resting
In the requisite moments of peaceful worship.
Returns, unrestrained, loud
Worship of tongue and whole being!
Then rests. Settles. Calm washes over.
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