You enter naked, stripped
of those last vestiges of vanity.
Everything is now out in the open.
This, finally, is the you you are.
And you will be welcomed here
with a warm caress poured
gentle over bent head,
burdened shoulders.
Close your eyes
give yourself to it,
let its love roll down you,
touching every imperfect thing
even the in between places,
those cracks that won’t close.
Stand here.
Don’t move.
Don’t contemplate your way forward,
the endless attire of a clothed world.
Steep in this moment
become rich, full-bodied.
Then worship.
Sing your song of thanksgiving off key.
Hear your voice returned
different,
deeper,
more true.
The world will ravage you, but don’t despair.
Tomorrow you will come back, be seen,
renew your friendship
with tile and faucet,
with that admiring drain
always looking up to you.
A J Saur currently calls 49503 home, and 60137 in the recent past.
