it's syrupy sweet
my footsteps sticky as I walk down the street
because it drips from my pores
pouring from my soul
because the abundance
of goodness of my life
its a marvel that I even feel any strife
for my spirit buzzes like a honeybee's hive
for the glory and the magic that it is to be alive
and to walk in this life with my steps bound and
slowed down by syrupy love
in a hail of candied joy
showering down from Above.
I had the most intense prayer - and this is what resulted. Crazy. But for a reason.