Solar Powered
Sometimes when I pray
I remember that I am solar powered,
basking in the light and heat of the sun,
closed eyes seeing blazing orange with dancing stars,
skin that soaks in the energy, and psyche that is nourished.
Sometimes when I pray
I do indeed become open, passive, and oriented
enough toward God to purely receive the love,
not even thinking ahead to how this love will be
reflected or re-emitted through me in the future…
Why be concerned about what is as natural
as sitting in prayer on a sunny day?