the feeling of You fluffing my cells.
There’s no one I want
like I want You.
Now that You’ve filled me,
how could mere mortals compete?
Lovely God, your scent,
the smell of happiness,
like warm pastry in the oven.
You alone are the passion,
the flame, that thrills,
that wants me to run a thousand miles
like breathing in a summer day’s warmth
resting in a field of daisies.
I want to tell you something profound,
and I end up thinking
of babies, puppies, kittens and rainbows.
How could I not be totally undone by these things?
Not to mention sunsets and stars in the black sky.
Your touch, the place of my
well of sloppy pleasure,
tender bud of grace,
opening fully to you, shaking
to Your crazy fulfillment.