MORSELS WITH TOOTHPICKS


             1

In that deep place
where I fade into You, 
lambs of my surrender 
meet angels of Your Delight 

            2

Close to you, 
my world,
wearing you loosely, 
gaily-decorated garment. 

close to you, 
my life,
embracing your poor, 
enjoying your bounties.

            3

You're a wild horse 
who stopped to let me get on, 
stepped politely awhile, 

then turned and carried me
straight for deep woods,
down mountains practically flying,
my runaway God