My Church is Sunday Yoga

The glory of the sun

So bright that blinds

It’s pure essence

Of power and beauty

My feet dance among

The dew kissed grass

Joy and praise

Danced along the laugh lines

Of my face

The earth bestowing around me

It’s plentiful grace and kindness

A testimony of love

Dotted among the wildflowers

A reminder of earth’s

Creation and fertility

Electric energy radiating

From the utmost tips of my fingers

Cupping the energy of life around me

Toes tinged from supple dirt

My arms and legs extending

In opposing directions

Creating an inner fire

Stillness and gentleness

Folded in with power and grace

From my central being and light