“Taste and see that the Lord is good.” Ps. 34:8
Years ago I began the spiritual practice of meeting with God every morning. Some call it devotions, some call it quiet time, some simply call it prayer. Whatever you want to call it, this practice has become one of the most important parts of my life; it shapes my day and opens my heart to respond to God throughout the day. This practice is the way I tune my spirit to the harmony of the Holy Spirit. Following is a poem I wrote to commemorate this practice.
This morning your heartbeat is
the robin’s wing,
Your breath is the breeze that moves the leaves.
The light of your eyes is the sun.
Your fingerprint is the moon,
the flutter of your eyelash is the dragonfly wing.
I smell you in the morning coffee.
Feel your excitement in my dog’s happy greeting.
I taste you in peanut butter and banana.
Your beauty wraps around all things and intertwines my heart.
My soul rises with the morning to listen to your voice of love;
Your word presses through the contours of my spirit,
Penetrates my mind and makes its way through my fingers,
the breath in my lungs,
the words on my lips.
And the angels dancing in the Slanted light coming through the Kitchen window sing “glory!”