My Gift
Beloved Lord, Divine Love,
once again
I have nothing to offer You but myself…
I stand in Your Presence
putting away the robe of pride…
You see beyond the robe and the flesh…
You see my sacrifice and my love—
and once again—
You respond with Your comforting embrace
and the sacred ‘kiss’ of ecstasy,
that holy ‘kiss’ of Spirit
whose ‘fire’ consumes my little gift of me
in acceptance of Unity—
I in You and You in me—
aware of only Oneness, Mystic Love,
Your most sacred Present of all.
December, 1991 revised May, 2004
Flowerpoet 