Burst

Singing with her is like taking communion;

I drink her voice with my ears until I am full;

my shoulders unfurl like a bird;

I am reminded the sacrifice of every minute-

every bead of sweat;

my cheeks are wet;

they are a desert

graced with a summer storm;

drowning me with awe and wonder

for this place that's tucked me away

in darkness- darkness that has kissed me-

that's made love to me-

that brings me to my knees

to this seat watching

with eyes glistening

in this wave of creation.