Your blush of love

It's only natural --
when we stop
to bow our heads in prayer --
to assume that that
to which we bow
is somehow above
and away.

When will we learn
that You are also below
and around
and within;
your grace embodied
in every graceful curve;
your darkness in the deep,
your light tipping the edges,
defining the edges
of seen and unseen,
your blush of love
illuminating
even the underside of life.


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