Transubstantiation

Golden eyed, blazing

through summer trees

gently swaying

you blind me,

bind your warm hands

to my sluggish brow

and ignite me with your holy flame.

My heart, fiery and free

soars high, with you

always beside me

leading me

through dissolving mists

‘til pure at last,

at last I see

you’re filling me

with your eternal mind,

making of me your sacred bread,

your free-flowing

wine.

(6/13/2011)