“SunPlums”

What if to drink in light

On the face of each day

We must soften,

expose ourselves to vulnerability

What thirst for life in water

taken in through

The roots of darkness

What patience with the longing

Under clouds elusive measure

What desire in the fire

Within seed of our unique gifts

What ache of ripening to become

The full taste of ourselves—

The essence of our sunplum

What if the hope unfolding

in each of us

Is not diminished by ambiguity

Yet amplified with the uncertainty

of life

What if to rise again, each day

IS our embodied prayer—

to surrender,

to soften,

to open to our sunplumming

With nature in order to shine,

In order to offer the sweetest

rendering of our flesh

for the world to kiss

Photo “sun on plum blossoms” by Philip Hutcherson with onmurdencove.com