Constantly amazed how I avoid prayer,
then surrender, experience deep peace
and oneness from contact with power there
with us, within and throughout us, release
of fear into space which must conceive grace
and faith. What else can we call energy
surging us through acts of love? When your face
appears amid soft pace of day, you free
all beings to sing. How do you free them?
Where does your vision rise from? When I rise
through air grasping image for a poem,
wanting to share it with you, will you prize
it if I do? Read it over coffee?
Smile when you’re through? Raise it like a trophy?
Roger Armbrust
August 6, 2013
