LSD Bath

Walking outside beneath the stars,
as galaxies looked down on me;
I veered, in mind,
to notice my Creator.

It was this touch,
seizing me with wonder;

But not all paths to God,
are the same;
and each must learn to walk,

And some wear running shoes,
in a race against the clock;
for time is short,
when we are aiming for the gold.

Mine were the barefoot sores,
the rough textures of cement,
and rock; the slow pattering,
which leads to contemplation.

May the gifts of The Most High God,
grant you day and night;
to seek the inward passages to wisdom.

If there is breath,
its most noble expenditure,
is to praise Mary,
our Virgin Mother Queen.