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