Sunday Eucharist

In silence I sit,
Warm rivulets flowing,
          Streaming down cheeks,
                          Warm and pliant.
Rigidity released....
            Risk the abandoned flow!
Overwhelmed by being human,

           filled with Divine.

When out of my rut I risk the Divine.

           Oh the Mystery!

           Divine Delight,

As I gaze upon His face.

I NEED A MOP LORD!

I'm being human 

          filled 

            with 

                 Divine.

Ruts turned to Risk

Bridging to 

                 Eternity..

G Taliotis. Sunday November 12 2011 11:45 a.m.