Only This

Chanting the name of the sacred.
the music of god is here with us  --
the soul
eager to savor
the spirit of things
like the succulent
fig bursting open
and sticky on the fingers
and lips with singing.

I am so thirsty
for the wine of heaven
and to taste the bread
given as a gift
to all who believe.

Take my hands in yours.
Tell me stories that allow laughter
and pray for all that is light
and the source of freedom

here in this very moment. . .

in only this moment.