CALL ME BELOVED

Electric-warm, white hot like a filament
brilliant and unbearable to witness, fire
rolling through my body like dry brush –
consume me; burn me, I’m fuel for touch,
for the ecstaticism of cells crying out in
millions of voices; choirs of angels, songs
proclaiming your name your name your
hands, your heart, now mine – gloria, like
a veil is lifted and I see the world in truth –
overwhelming goodness and light poured
into my life, writ cross skin, and how holy
it can feel; my cup overfloweth, and yet
you pour, and you pour, and you pour