In the Time It Takes to Bow

God

I want your holiness

filling me

drenching me.

You make my eyes into rhinestones

my skin into sunlight

my hair into translucent beams.

When I breathe

it is your Spirit

moving in and out of me

the way dolphins

play in the sea

or

leaves change

their shade of green.

 

I AM in exchange

for me.

 

My palms are burning bushes

set to magnify your

name,

a standard

blowing majestically

set to declare

se to proclaim:

 

You are my God

and there is no other

like

your

 

name.