In these whitest valors of Your promise,
when Heaven’s clouds rains kisses on earth,
Spiritual I am! Your soul is myself. But
who knows that better than You? The Source
in these births and rebirths of continued
cycles of all creation.
In these flakes, whose purity of Your answers
whispers correctness. I am most spiritual: contemplating
praises of gifts and sacrifices and the praise of “Your Gift
of Sacrifice.” And the happiness from You in this.
For spirituality, though humbling, is the most external
of internal experiences. The most connected-ness of self
to others, the greatest understanding of solo to harmony,
beat to rhythm, movement to pulse, earth to Heaven, life to death,
the now to the eternal,
happiness to Spring,
contemplation to Inspiration, or
