SPIRITUALLY INSPIRED POETRY
The Beloved’s Gift
Ellen Grace O’Brian
Everything shines in the pure light of morning.
We, even we, who close our eyes at night
weary of the world, awaken each day
the glimmering kiss of the Beloved
still shining upon our brows
The call comes.
Blades of grass hear it
standing in the meadow as brides
wearing beads of radiance
the color of surrender
Hear the call.
Hasten to prayer
as they do, turn to the One
who has kissed you
bend before love.
Excerpted with permission from Yogacharya Ellen Grace O’Brian’s
book, The Moon Reminded Me, Finalist for the 2016 Homebound
Publications Poetry Prize. www.ellengraceobrian.com