I rise in the chill of winter,
know that this degree of cool
in my own house
is due to my own frugal choosing.
Apart from that
and the fact that I did not get up
when the alarm first sounded,
I could stand here in the shower,
lost in an hour of leisure,
feeling the hot water
pounding against my neck and back,
letting go of the tension,
feeling the water’s soothing
running through me
like some greater warmth.
I have been lost in better moments,
standing in deliberate surrender,
surrounded by sharing,
hands lifted toward heaven,
feeling the filling of a Greater Presence,
sensing the power of submission,
letting that soothing work through me and in me,
healed and held
by the wonder of worship.