Some experiences remind you of home
here being one of them.
My ears welcome the music
my glands their sweat response.
My eyes levitate towards the stain glass on the ceiling
where I imagine the music lands and collects
like dripping droplets from a faucet become a puddle.
I am relaxed in this company
reminded of my most spiritual peers and guides
thinking of medicine balls
and offers of beat box
and walks at a sprint pace.
The homecoming sweetens my lingering grief
as my tears are confused out of falling.
My cheeks remain dry, a little flush.
Taut is my hair pulled back in a bun
whips of sweat created curls dangling by my eyes.
My skin glows in its sun captured color
glistens with the felt sensations of how I’ve been nurtured.
Godliness follows spaces that are want for God to impact them
allowing them to be a dwelling place for sanctification.
Our lips no longer need to pontificate
as humility makes us radiantly speechless.
Focused on our breathing
aware of how our siblings are doing
iteratively transformed by who has been placed in our midst.
One cannot place themselves alone in their energy
while they’re energy is being reformed communally.
The network of exchange intricately at work in us
cascades of color coming in with the breeze
from windows we are bold to leave open.
Open to the Spirit.
Open to brunch seekers.
Open to whatever it is that God will say.
Open to feeling in earnest what is still ahead to face.