Engulfed by the flow of You, Who whisper, “flow”.
As Your whisper imposes all so gently on me; I am slow.
Struck by the breath of love that roams as air, but slow.
Not as the wind blow does this love blow, but I glow.
It is but a glow ignited by the breadth of love, but I am low.
‘Still’ I am, but my spirit, from Your Spirit, beams a glow.
Empowered by this union, I gasp for air, to breathe, to grow and flow.
A whisper from the Spirit of my love, who blows, I glow.
Free is my spirit and being, to be struck by You, and flow.
You impose this flow that glows, but to the flow, Love, You blow.
Your breath, I embrace to flow as You give, though slow, and low, I flow.
Yet, in this flow of love, my love, my spirit engulfed by a blow so soft, so slow.