I am loving You in the temple and in the street
at the table and in the night before resting low.
Watching the mountain and absently humming tunes,
I am loving You.
I am loving You.
I am loving You as I teach, and read, and listen
As I cook oats and prepare the day
With my breath and my life and my voice
I am loving You.
My enjoyment and my pleasure, my curiosity
Accidental prayers of worry
A whole lived childhood
Writing my name and weaving the threads of my life, I am loving You.
With trust and surrender and prying my fingers off Life’s throat
Laying myself down softly like a child,
Resting in deep
Full.
Remembering mySelf, remembering You.
All ways
I am loving You.
Always, always
I am loving You.