Worship (Poem 13 of 99)

Not when I sit in Mosques, Synagogues or Churches

Not when I preserve Nature; it’s oceans, it’s birches

Not when I get down on my knees to pray

Not when I donate to make poverty decay

Not when I read Holy Scriptures sacred and pure

Not when I abstain from sins which perpetually allure

—–

But the Almighty is Worshipped in a manner most graceful when I…

—-

…caress the canal from where the world is entered

 with delicate fingers and eager tongue

until a spring of satisfaction gushes through

sprinkling both you and I with

fulfilment

—-

When I slide inside for serenity,

my stiffness pillowed by your softness,

 friction breeds fascination

transcending time, obliterating space.

Each thrust transports us to Heaven

at a thousand ecstasies per second…

then and only then is the Almighty truly worshipped…

and praised.

Dasein Petals © Copyright 2013

(Poem 13 0f 99 to raise money for operations for deformed, poverty stricken children). Sponsor me?

@DaseinPetals #99poems

 

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