The Galaxy of Faith

Under the surface of my skin,
somewhere in the smallest muscles
of my body,
I am always preparing
for happiness.

At the cellular level
of this inner galaxy of faith
flesh is filled to drunkenness
with joy.

The ship readies herself
to set sail
past the danger
of mythology
and charts her course
toward the center of all truth,

where islands of peace float on calm seas,
kindness is ripe with abundance,
and angels
hover close
with the song of God
on their breath.