
I light a candle at dawn and invite
my soul to sing with the angels –
which means that I sit my body down
and repeat a mantra in my head to hush
the buzz of plans, desires, and worries.
The soul knows the secret
riffs and melodies
you forgot when you were born
and delights in her play among them
as a dog racing across the sand
to the scent of the sea delights
endlessly in the game of fetch.
The master-tossed ball
arcs across the sky
in a marriage of mass and motion,
and the dog chases and fetches,
chases and fetches.
So, I release my soul
to play on the beach
and beg the Holy One,
open my ears to hear the verses
You are singing to me.
Open my lips to join the chorus.