God of Resurrection,
You are Author and Story;
you fold yourself into Character;
now wrap yourself in my welcome.
Shimmer and dance and leap within,
snapping along these nerves,
pouring from these fingertips,
shouting from this palate and tongue and teeth.
Let me speak you, sing you, dance you;
let me hope you, promise you, reveal you;
let vision, and word, and yearning
be you, all you, only you.
By Andrea La Sonde Anastos
Copyrighted and posted with permission from the author