~Blessings~, a poem.

I stand in a pool of liquid gold. 

Over time the tide has risen 

and the shimmering fluid is nearly 

at my waist. 

It is not solid, nor does it impede 

my motion. In fact as I walk it flows slowly, gifting me with new grace. 

When I gently toss bits of it here and there,  helping to fill other pools, 

mine gets brighter and the call for more rises in strength.

 It pulses, and dances, 

and swirls through my form and it is beautiful. 

With hands raised in open prayer I hear it. My vision catches up to my hearing 

and I am able to see it. 

A bright funnel, a mass of lights and sparks, races the stars towards me. 

It descends and envelops me, 

lifting me higher in its wind, 

spinning me in delight,

 kissing every inch of me. 

I am washed in gratitude, 

softened with love, 

dressed in blessings.